2007,
write these lines while one of my gums is naked for the second time, this time forever. The first was before they see the light baby teeth, as in every human being. Friday, December 15, 2006
Cruising For Gays Mississippi
The gum, as a poor music student, continues to delay the pace of the teacher, the heart in this case. Beats when he wants and just do it for about eight seconds. and just do it again.
The wheel that accompanied by a handful of years has left forever, as we said. It happened this morning. I went to the dentist to take me out wisdom teeth, or third molars, as the dentist friend calls. The trial is still there; Instead, I went with the beginning of the end of what generated my negligence and lack of knowledge of oral prophylaxis. With complicity in the worst professional teeth with which I could bump into the summer of 1999 in Cajamarca: five pieces of metal left inside the wheel that no longer exists.
medical malpractice who denounce this idiot to be in a civilized country, they colluded with my procrastination. For example, in college each semester to pay fifty soles (some $ 15), but only went twice. "You're a left, sometimes it seems that you want, the molars are the most valuable thing we have," my mother scolded me when I finished studying and half an hour ago.
Peruvian
I would not be removed or death, and with pride. But this privilege carries some defects like to search the easy, immediate, but in the long term. In simple: a clove on the tooth pain is the best painkiller from the market and the cheapest.
in Pennsylvania found in a supermarket a gel, put in the painful tooth, banishing the discomfort for a while. When I moved to New York, I still had some of gelcito miraculous. A work day was heavier than usual had to clean the entire kitchen, including walls and ceilings, and the pain started and the goo was gone.
The restaurant owner told me to go to a dental consultant, friend, I would not worry about the expenses, the deduction of me my salary and that if my pockets deamsiado for Latino newcomers to the Big Apple I only charge a party. The paper on which the gringo wrote the address I was afraid: The office was in a street fifties, during the twentieth floor of a building. Translated: near Times Square. More translation: expensive. Neither was. Nor did it because he knew that the best ever finish of paying Collin, the owner, they would soon return to Lima. And that was all. The pain passed. Perhaps my predictions of the costs potential. Back
Lima
wheel began to split. Eating, chewing gum, talking. Message body: "Hey, get help." Procrastination again. again and had to hand cloves. I was already accustomed to chew on the other side. "As if you were not a professional, you look ignorant, hear," said one of my most beloved aunts when I told him this. And I give most of the reason, not all because I believe that being or not being professional is not always guaranteed to have more or less virtue. It's like saying all them freckles in the summer are so and so.
missing part of the story, but why delve into details. The wheel never went to to return. The only thing salvageable from all this took three dentists to loosen it from its lair (almost an oral version of Tupac Amaru pulled by the Kabbalah). One of the fellow dentists said something like "Damn! Hey, these bones are going to last a thousand years, pal, are very tough ... would have been a boxer, no one will knock-out blow, or at least before and he broke the hand." Another lesson: now I feel more responsible.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
What Does Redish Brown Discharge Mean?
BOXER HAS BEEN LIFE ... "เฮอ เบิ ร์ ด" ... More ...
lying if I said I always wanted to be a journalist. learn to read completed four years was a sign, I think, that would sail better on letters in the midst of the tempestuous numbers. And the time I gave reason. Then I wanted to be all-the typical Chibolo-perhaps because I did everything a bit too: work in shops, raising pigs, cows, chickens, making cheese ... I wanted to be the first Peruvian player in Major League Baseball Elprime Peruvian rider tailing bulls and a thousand other things, characteristics of the Venezuelan plains, where I spent part of my childhood and puberty, few towns of Sabaneta, where he was born Hugorila president. Assist in the repair of refrigerators and air conditioners, make a play failed, traveling as much as possible for my adopted country, back tried to be a footballer, etc. ... anyway ... is really little. The list is much higher in other lives more enjoyable, but back. Was that the journalist was not always.
fact, I went to college enrolled in Economics. "If my parents could, why not me," an "I" Trainspotting fan, reader Bryce Echenique, Poe and damned poets. I decided that was enough of Keynes and his friends in the middle of the second half. After falling to a vocational existential limbo a year, I opted for the School of Communications. It was an improvement, then would choose a career. I finished a letter asking for my change to journalism. (It explained that where I studied, students have the last chance to change his profession to study the second year, before taking courses chosen career.) But I always winking Audiovisual Communication. Salamero the most was when a short film I produced, wrote the screenplay itself basing on an idea and where did the cameraman, won a prize in the first year of College (junior year) and was the only one who competed with work advanced semesters in other categories, the most important of all awards. Used to not winning anything, was an obligation to think of affinities. Who directed "Please!, Raul Porras not step!" (This is called the short) has now set plays in the Plaza and other theaters Usila large Lima and has hijacked the original video somewhere in your house forever.
I raise this account of how I got into journalism because I left the place where I took the first steps out of the home university. It is inevitable feeling that one leaves the nest, the same feeling that has been repeated twice this year we are going, which also finished the race. It was that place where I did notice that would strive to remain a journalist. I say "possible" because, as in the past (as I've come to realize as I write these lines and I bet you / you also read) there are other plans that interest me, I'm attracted to opportunities realize. Come on, other branches which I can jump.
A year in the bustling newsroom of a newspaper, where I saw "what should and should not be done," as the final one of my bosses. Where every day I do what I enjoy doing and where exactly I found out. The feeling was learning from the first minute to the last that I was there. The close friends, another topic.
Today, in a different culture, a radio, see what other courses ruling on the "I" that has been in his library of old books, just download Trainspotting (after three tense days of waiting) and lends itself to remember old times. 
lying if I said I always wanted to be a journalist. learn to read completed four years was a sign, I think, that would sail better on letters in the midst of the tempestuous numbers. And the time I gave reason. Then I wanted to be all-the typical Chibolo-perhaps because I did everything a bit too: work in shops, raising pigs, cows, chickens, making cheese ... I wanted to be the first Peruvian player in Major League Baseball Elprime Peruvian rider tailing bulls and a thousand other things, characteristics of the Venezuelan plains, where I spent part of my childhood and puberty, few towns of Sabaneta, where he was born Hugorila president. Assist in the repair of refrigerators and air conditioners, make a play failed, traveling as much as possible for my adopted country, back tried to be a footballer, etc. ... anyway ... is really little. The list is much higher in other lives more enjoyable, but back. Was that the journalist was not always.
fact, I went to college enrolled in Economics. "If my parents could, why not me," an "I" Trainspotting fan, reader Bryce Echenique, Poe and damned poets. I decided that was enough of Keynes and his friends in the middle of the second half. After falling to a vocational existential limbo a year, I opted for the School of Communications. It was an improvement, then would choose a career. I finished a letter asking for my change to journalism. (It explained that where I studied, students have the last chance to change his profession to study the second year, before taking courses chosen career.) But I always winking Audiovisual Communication. Salamero the most was when a short film I produced, wrote the screenplay itself basing on an idea and where did the cameraman, won a prize in the first year of College (junior year) and was the only one who competed with work advanced semesters in other categories, the most important of all awards. Used to not winning anything, was an obligation to think of affinities. Who directed "Please!, Raul Porras not step!" (This is called the short) has now set plays in the Plaza and other theaters Usila large Lima and has hijacked the original video somewhere in your house forever.
I raise this account of how I got into journalism because I left the place where I took the first steps out of the home university. It is inevitable feeling that one leaves the nest, the same feeling that has been repeated twice this year we are going, which also finished the race. It was that place where I did notice that would strive to remain a journalist. I say "possible" because, as in the past (as I've come to realize as I write these lines and I bet you / you also read) there are other plans that interest me, I'm attracted to opportunities realize. Come on, other branches which I can jump.
A year in the bustling newsroom of a newspaper, where I saw "what should and should not be done," as the final one of my bosses. Where every day I do what I enjoy doing and where exactly I found out. The feeling was learning from the first minute to the last that I was there. The close friends, another topic.
Today, in a different culture, a radio, see what other courses ruling on the "I" that has been in his library of old books, just download Trainspotting (after three tense days of waiting) and lends itself to remember old times.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Family Stay Ecr Resorts
ZIGGY MARLEY IN LIMA, PERU, THE AUTHORITIES AND THE MEDIA
Apparently this is what little we will Ziggy Marley, son of legend Bob, during his visit to Lima. His concert at the Union of Barranco have been canceled. The reasons? Still unknown. It is rumored that the discomfort of the residents and some elected officials stuck.
"A lot of stoner, music junkies." Surely that must have been his argument. Question: What concert punk, rock, reggaeton, salsa, classical music? What about clubs? And some churches? (Sorry, I left the grudge) There are no drugs, all are healthy ones, little saints? In short, we should not speculate, we'll see what happens. At best, a last minute, after "conversations" (which may be similar to those of a combi driver who ate a red light have with the arresting officer) the concert is given and everyone is happy. Perhaps due to makeshift security detail, I dunno, we'll see. My first concert accredited and void. Sometimes I feel like I'm half pineapple, bad luck, but this is the last straw.
The message of love as a new religion, what they are anachronistic and warlike ancient creeds, the admiration for his father, everything has been covered by a brief statement about marijuana. Yesterday, at a press conference, the colleague has asked the question morbidity that is owed to all Muscio reggae:
"What do you think about marijuana, Mr. Ziggy? He
Mr. Ziggy, with the accent jamiquino cheerful, sincere as all concids and say it is unknown, said according to Peruvian media translation:
"Marijuana is a plant. Why so much adversity?, If there are other substances that are dangerous and more harmful. It seems suspect when they criticize the use of marijuana. "
Dad
The news around the world. Proof? Put" ziggy marley "in Google News and will
something like
Apparently this is what little we will Ziggy Marley, son of legend Bob, during his visit to Lima. His concert at the Union of Barranco have been canceled. The reasons? Still unknown. It is rumored that the discomfort of the residents and some elected officials stuck.
"A lot of stoner, music junkies." Surely that must have been his argument. Question: What concert punk, rock, reggaeton, salsa, classical music? What about clubs? And some churches? (Sorry, I left the grudge) There are no drugs, all are healthy ones, little saints? In short, we should not speculate, we'll see what happens. At best, a last minute, after "conversations" (which may be similar to those of a combi driver who ate a red light have with the arresting officer) the concert is given and everyone is happy. Perhaps due to makeshift security detail, I dunno, we'll see. My first concert accredited and void. Sometimes I feel like I'm half pineapple, bad luck, but this is the last straw.
The message of love as a new religion, what they are anachronistic and warlike ancient creeds, the admiration for his father, everything has been covered by a brief statement about marijuana. Yesterday, at a press conference, the colleague has asked the question morbidity that is owed to all Muscio reggae:
"What do you think about marijuana, Mr. Ziggy? He
Mr. Ziggy, with the accent jamiquino cheerful, sincere as all concids and say it is unknown, said according to Peruvian media translation:
"Marijuana is a plant. Why so much adversity?, If there are other substances that are dangerous and more harmful. It seems suspect when they criticize the use of marijuana. "
Dad
The news around the world. Proof? Put" ziggy marley "in Google News and will
something like
Note picturesque was recorded in the daily El Comercio. The good journalist Jack I say, Jack Lo, witnessed a football pichanguita which Ziggy last night participated in the district of Surco, Lima. Clarín
interviewed Ziggy weeks ago.
In short, not canceled, I promise to exclusive videos of the concert.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Gta Sa Transporter Helicopter
PERU: JOURNALIST BY FIRES HIS OWN OPINION ON PROFESSIONAL CONDUCT / Journalist FIRED AFTER GIVING HER OWN OPINION ABOUT PROFESSIONAL CONDUCT
Borrero 
The below is the statement with which the Institute for Press and Society (IPYS) discloses the world the case of journalist Karina Borrero, who was fired arbitrarily TV Canal Peru State . The reason for their split? He had said that if all Peruvians channel became "Sobon" (flattering, bootlicking, servile) with the government of Alan García, she quit.
Managers are greatly disliked the idea. This reaction is surprising if we consider that part of the Board of Directors is composed of colleagues Borrero, journalists like Maria del Pilar Tello (chairman) and Julio Estremadoyro (member) between them.
In a country like Peru, where the working conditions of journalists Most are destitute, and many suffer constant pressure by authorities uncomfortable with their jobs, Borrero's attitude is more than commendable: No professional would have sold their principles for a paycheck. Not that he deserves the name of a street or the next school to be opened in a young people. She had done what every journalist should do, would fulfill an obligation.
few days ago came to the facilities of Channel 7. Once inside, an officer asked her out and in the doorway of the building, said he was fired. He could not re-enter. One of his companions came to deliver your belongings.
A pearl. Further proof that the APRA does not change by more than make the effort, if they do.
Avali ESPAÑOL VERSION IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST!
Instituto Prensa y Sociedad (IPYS)
www.ipys.org / ultimasaler.php / postmaster@ipys.org September 28, 2006
PERU : Bouncing A JOURNALIST FOR YOUR OWN OPINION ON PROFESSIONAL CONDUCT
On September 26, 2006, journalist Karina Borrero was fired from TV Peru, the state channel, after publicly declaring that it would not work in television if he became flattering half of the government. Later, María del Pilar Tello, President of the Institute of Radio and Television of Peru (IRTP), which manages the canal, said self-Borrero fired for comment as he did. Tello Borrero blamed disloyalty to the company. Although the contract expired reporter September 7, she continues to work because there was a word to renew commitment from management IRTP.Luego of these facts, the President of IRTP made statements that amounted to a threat of dismissal against Rocío Aliaga, Peru also TV journalist, who publicly expressed their solidarity with IPYS Borrero.El Borrero dismissal of a violation of their fundamental right to freedom of expression, it said on its professional conduct in the hypothetical case that the channel state to adopt a pro-government line. This, coupled with the threat of dismissal he received his colleague, Rocío Aliaga, constitute serious precedent of arbitrariness and intolerance in the management of a media belongs to all Peruvians.
Recommended actions: Request Jorge Del Castillo, President of the Council of Ministers (instance which depends IRTP), guaranteeing the fundamental rights of journalists in the state channel and disavow the measure Karina IRTP Borrero.Demandar the Board reverse the decision of dismissal of Borrero and refrain from attitudes that may create a climate of threats and intolerance among journalists work. Contact: Presidency of the Council of Ministers
Jorge Del Castillo Gálvez Recommended actions: Request Jorge Del Castillo, President of the Council of Ministers (instance which depends IRTP), guaranteeing the fundamental rights of journalists in the state channel and disavow the measure Karina IRTP Borrero.Demandar the Board reverse the decision of dismissal of Borrero and refrain from attitudes that may create a climate of threats and intolerance among journalists work. Contact: Presidency of the Council of Ministers
- President of the Council of Ministers
July 28th Av N ° 878, Miraflores, Lima
Phone: 511 610 9800 / Fax 511 444 9168
Institute of Radio and Television of Peru (IRTP)
María del Pilar Tello - President Alfonso
Salcedo Rubio - Member of the Board of
July IRTP Estremadoyro Alegre - Member of the Board of
IRTP Av Jose Galvez N ° 1040 Santa Beatriz
Phone: 511 619 0707 / Fax: 511 6190723
PERU: Journalist FIRED AFTER GIVING HER OWN OPINION ABOUT
PROFESSIONAL CONDUCT On 26 September 2006, journalist Karina Borrero TV WAS fired from Peru, the Peruvian State TV station, after she Publicly Declared Longer That She Would not work for it if it started Flattering the Government. Afterwards, María del Pilar Tello President of Perú's Radio and Television Institute (IRTP), which administrates the channel, stated that Borrero fired herself when she said what she did. Tello stated that Borrero had been disloyal to the station. Even though the journalist's contract expired on 7 September, IRTP's administration had given their word that they would renew it, so she had continued working. After these events, IRTP's President made declarations that were the equivalent of a threat to fire Rocío Aliaga, also a journalist with TV Perú, who publicly expressed her solidarity towards Borrero.IPYS believes Borrero's dismissal to be a violation of her fundamental right to the freedom of expression, as she gave an opinion about her professional conduct in the hypothetical case that the State channel should adopt a pro-government line. This, added to the threat to her colleague, Rocío Aliaga, constitute a serious precedent of arbitrariness and lack of tolerance in the administration of a communications media that belongs to all Peruvians.
Recommended Action: Send an appeal requesting Jorge Del Castillo, President of the Minister's Council (IRTP depends on it), to guarantee the fundamental rights of the State TV station's journalists and annul the measure adopted towards Karina Borrero.
Demand that IRTP's Board revoke the decision to fire Borrero and refrain from attitudes that may generate a climate of threats and lack of tolerance among journalists.
Appeals to:
Presidency of the Council of Ministers
Jorge Del Castillo Gálvez - President of the Council of Ministers
July 28th Av N ° 878, Miraflores, Lima.
Phones: 511 610 9800 / Fax 511 444 9168
Institute of Radio and Television of Peru (IRTP)
María del Pilar Tello -
President Alfonso Salcedo Rubio - Member of the Board of
IRTP July Estremadoyro Alegre - Member of the Board of
IRTP Av Jose Galvez N ° 1040 Santa Beatriz \\ nPhones: 511 619 0707 / Fax: 511 6190723
Monday, September 25, 2006
Tarantula Drink Strong?
PENDEJO READING THE MANUAL (I)
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"SU MANUAL OF AN SOL PENDEJO,
SUN YOUR MANUAL TO A PEN-DEJOOO ! "
((((Before you start: in Peru , unlike other Latin American countries where the meaning is the opposite, "asshole" is a common adjective to describe a person cunning as a fox, skilled trades both good and bad. In some sense it can be given the means of a fool can claim to achieve their goals streak moral and ethical conventions. For all this, it struck me a manual to be stupid. No, not because I be an asshole, I urge to be or something, clarify))))
was at 7 Tuesday night. Although not always do, I like to go through the patch of the Union when I leave work. The patch of the Union Street spoken like a woman in distress, beauty fades, the former catwalk around Lima that must be respected. Ladies and gentlemen well.
I assume that "shreds" had all the sophistication that today might have the word "shopping" (without the almost lunacy to use in our city and seems to imply, that is). Today, according Rafo Leon in his delightful book Bizarra Lima, antiguía of center of the capital (Aguilar, Lima, 2006) shoots this on Jiron with perfect aim on page 15:
"Today is the kingdom of tattoos, chickens Norky's, the fleterío and his cousin the whoring, the recruiters for clothing stores in China, where beggars and crippled beggars walk. They are the new ribbons. "
In this context, at the intersection of Avenue Emancipation Jiron and a street vendor offered Pendejo Manual (Chirre Publishing Corporation SA, does not specify the year but their shops are located in the shred Azángaro, the Hollywood falsification of this part of world).
- "Master, how Pendejo Manual?
-A sun, eg 'causita, a sun ... Its a stupid manual sooool! "Leave it to
China (50 cents, half-sun), eg '.
- ie not be a fool to me 'cause, buy your manual first pe'.
(laughter from people passing by)
And, after release of the silver coin, I bought:
DEAR READER, we know very well that you're not a fool, or at least that you may not think, begins the book.
course not! That's why you suffer as you suffer, because to live well this country have to be that, otherwise one is exposed to the other bullshit continues.
we are confident that after reading this little manual is now put at your disposal, you'll do all you can to become a big fool, with all of the law, even if you have natural dispositions to be. This is the first paragraph, which is titled as PRESENTATION Pendejo, aspiring assholes.
confess that after reading it I feel more or less stupid (if it ever was). But I spent a fun time. I assumed, half scared, half-jokingly, that the jaguars (as Peruvians call our congressmen, mostly assholes McCabe, a paradigm of the parasitic fauna tend to live in our policy) went through Jiron de la Union and Emancipation and bought your manual. Why? A review COMPARISON BETWEEN THE FOOL AND THE PENDEJO (Pg. 8) give us the answer:
-The fool is always fooled. The asshole ever, he does tricks.
- A fool gives explanations for their actions. The asshole never give of their own.
- The tone plays and loses. The asshole just does not earn much and kicks the table.
- A fool in love. The fool in love.
- The fool works. The asshole will work to others .
- The fool lives badly . The super-duper asshole live well.
The fool pays time. The asshole postponed deadlines.
Amid remembered reading teachers of El Gran Combo from Puerto Rico and her song and I only na '. It is the parasite asshole song, almost an anthem for them! This is a reggaeton remix version:
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It gave me sleep. Too much stupidity coupled to 3 in the morning. Easy to follow later this. Finally, to Hugo Chavez, dictator addition, populist, borderline, retrograde, opportunistic, ridiculous, authoritarian, ignorant, etc. also be in some classification pendejeril:
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Friday, September 22, 2006
Prom Dresses In Bessemer Under 60 Dollars
DYING. CAVE IN THE SEA. 12:26 AM. FLOW WITH THE COSTUMES
The stray dog \u200b\u200bwas run over not survive tonight. The two hours have passed since I saw are not enough to forget that image. Licked the blood that recode their hind legs, a sort of two pipes improperly closed. The exchange of looks we had, that spark almost imperceptible, he said he enjoyed it.
From the car, she whistled, applauded him but he kept drinking their blood with that office it was easy to imagine that he was trained his whole life for this moment. (I have no soul Franciscan enough to reach out and create a postcard of modern love: lifting, carrying heat my home and wash the wound, bandage, all that and rushed to a veterinarian). Between seven and ten drops per second floor stained red from the famous marina Cave. The half-empty vans and taxis fun midnight the lights at will.
That, the look that crossed betrayed a white eye that gave him demonic features. A look like a ruthless having accomplished his best evil.
known Will anyone pick up? "The survival instinct gave way to pure resignation? These criteria be feasible in animals, it is understood the desire to fill with blood. It is well known that dogs love it, along with raw meat. They are even capable of ignoring its own master and fiercely attack only if they are interrupted while they drink or eat.
That was the resignation. His life of stray dog \u200b\u200bin a very poor territory and an indifferent city will stated that this corner will be his grave.
and smelled blood. And, resigned, drank 'til you drop with the ecstasy that gave no bitch in heat. The clock shows 2:58 a.m.. You should have already died.
TechnoratiTags: Dead Dog . 
The stray dog \u200b\u200bwas run over not survive tonight. The two hours have passed since I saw are not enough to forget that image. Licked the blood that recode their hind legs, a sort of two pipes improperly closed. The exchange of looks we had, that spark almost imperceptible, he said he enjoyed it.
From the car, she whistled, applauded him but he kept drinking their blood with that office it was easy to imagine that he was trained his whole life for this moment. (I have no soul Franciscan enough to reach out and create a postcard of modern love: lifting, carrying heat my home and wash the wound, bandage, all that and rushed to a veterinarian). Between seven and ten drops per second floor stained red from the famous marina Cave. The half-empty vans and taxis fun midnight the lights at will.
That, the look that crossed betrayed a white eye that gave him demonic features. A look like a ruthless having accomplished his best evil.
known Will anyone pick up? "The survival instinct gave way to pure resignation? These criteria be feasible in animals, it is understood the desire to fill with blood. It is well known that dogs love it, along with raw meat. They are even capable of ignoring its own master and fiercely attack only if they are interrupted while they drink or eat.
That was the resignation. His life of stray dog \u200b\u200bin a very poor territory and an indifferent city will stated that this corner will be his grave.
and smelled blood. And, resigned, drank 'til you drop with the ecstasy that gave no bitch in heat. The clock shows 2:58 a.m.. You should have already died.
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Sunday, September 17, 2006
Can I Masterbate After A D& C
Chacalonero
Yes, it would also the only way to dance to that: in disguise. Or half unconscious, of course. I do not know, but I think that dance half troglodyte. And the austere point repeatedly reinforces my opinion. But as always, is not shared but is respected. Until --->"
bone crash "
---> Get more rabbit (*)
had already posted about it months ago . Chacalón junior, your father will come out of his grave.
And yes, indeed, in this our beloved, misunderstood, unique and contradictory (and let's put more adjectives) country anything can happen.
(*) The innovative onomatopoeia for the "out of rabbit", which is nothing the brief dislocation of joints made with free will, "Cho-clo! or "cho-cloclo!"
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Yes, it would also the only way to dance to that: in disguise. Or half unconscious, of course. I do not know, but I think that dance half troglodyte. And the austere point repeatedly reinforces my opinion. But as always, is not shared but is respected. Until --->"
bone crash "
---> Get more rabbit (*)
had already posted about it months ago . Chacalón junior, your father will come out of his grave.
And yes, indeed, in this our beloved, misunderstood, unique and contradictory (and let's put more adjectives) country anything can happen.
(*) The innovative onomatopoeia for the "out of rabbit", which is nothing the brief dislocation of joints made with free will, "Cho-clo! or "cho-cloclo!"
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Tuesday, September 5, 2006
Japanese Generator Manga
OTORONGO, we remember you for what you did
"Dead Saavedra.
- Who?
-Saavedra Inns.
- Who do you say?
"The one who was a congressman from Peru Posible.
- Ah! Is that who swore "by God and for the money" instead of "for God and the homeland?
- That!
- Does she pressed the voting buttons on their shoes when they were absent lawmakers in full, all to appear and present projects and to benefit his party?
-
same - I still remember the TV with image where it appeared as octopus hands stretching towards the buttons.
- Sure, sure, jaguar with tentacles, they said.
- who asked for his "little check" to Mufarech tratamudeaba then to explain what he meant?
- Hey, what a great memory!
- is a trauma, the jaguar of the first litter fueled my disappointment with the policy of our country.
- You see, if you remember.
- The which promoted a law that forgave the debts of farmers with the state y. .. Surprise! ... He had tens of thousands of suns! ... that I speak, right?
- Yes, he died of lung cancer yesterday in Chiclayo.
- who wanted to go for re-election and blackmailed the leaders of his party to keep him out of the list of candidates for Congress, bullying attitudes ... the same as when I went to Congress y. ..
- Ya, ya. Yes, that.
- ...
- What?
- Although they say otherwise, no death always makes you good. 
"Dead Saavedra.
- Who?
-Saavedra Inns.
- Who do you say?
"The one who was a congressman from Peru Posible.
- Ah! Is that who swore "by God and for the money" instead of "for God and the homeland?
- That!
- Does she pressed the voting buttons on their shoes when they were absent lawmakers in full, all to appear and present projects and to benefit his party?
-
same - I still remember the TV with image where it appeared as octopus hands stretching towards the buttons.
- Sure, sure, jaguar with tentacles, they said.
- who asked for his "little check" to Mufarech tratamudeaba then to explain what he meant?
- Hey, what a great memory!
- is a trauma, the jaguar of the first litter fueled my disappointment with the policy of our country.
- You see, if you remember.
- The which promoted a law that forgave the debts of farmers with the state y. .. Surprise! ... He had tens of thousands of suns! ... that I speak, right?
- Yes, he died of lung cancer yesterday in Chiclayo.
- who wanted to go for re-election and blackmailed the leaders of his party to keep him out of the list of candidates for Congress, bullying attitudes ... the same as when I went to Congress y. ..
- Ya, ya. Yes, that.
- ...
- What?
- Although they say otherwise, no death always makes you good.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Free Dora Cross Stitch
WHEN REQUIRED TO APPEAL TO A BODY SCARS
Yes, indeed. Because when you, mere mortal, you do not see how describe its dawn disaster after a bad night that ended a day even more disaster, fattening of pessimism ... for all that, there is always immortal you shut your mouth and speak for you.
NINE MOSTRUO
I, unfortunately, grows
pain in the world all the time,
grows to thirty minutes per second, step by step,
and nature of pain, pain twice
and the status of martyrdom, voracious carnivore,
is twice
pain and function of pure grass, the dolordos
times and the good of being, doubly grieve.
Never, human men,
was much pain in the chest, on his lapel, purse,
in the glass, in the carnage, in Arithmetic! Much love
never painful, so close
never attacked the distance, the fire never
better role played dead cold! Never
, Minister of Health, was the deadliest
health and migraine
extracted both against the forehead!
And the furniture was in her drawer, pain, heart
in his crate, pain,
the lizard in his crate, pain.
misery grows, brother men,
soon as the machine, and ten machines, and grows
with the response of Rousseau, with our beards;
evil grows for reasons that ignore
and is a flood own fluids,
with own mud and solid cloud itself! Invest
suffering positions gives
role in the aqueous humor
is vertical to the pavement,
the eye is seen and heard this ear, this ear
and takes nine strokes
when the beam, and nine to laughter
time of wheat, and nine females
sounds when crying, and nine songs
at the time of hunger and nine and nine whips
thunder, less a cry.
pain catches us, brother men,
behind profile, and we
allocates in cinemas, we nailed
in gramophones,
unnail us in the bed, falls perpendicularly
our tickets, our letters;
and is very serious subject, can you pray ...
As a result of pain, some
born, others grow, others die,
and others who are born and not dying,
otrosque without being born, die, and other
not born or die (the most)
And as a result of suffering, I tristehasta
head, and more sad to ankle,
to see the bread, crucified, the turnip,
bloodied, crying
, onions,
to cereal, in general, flour, salt-
made dust, water, fleeing,
wine, an Ecce Homo,
so pale in the snow, the sun as it burned!
How, fellow humans,
not say that I can not and I can not
with such drawer,
many minutes, so much
lizard and investment, both far and so thirsty thirsty!
Health Minister, what to do?
! Ah! Unfortunately, human men,
there, brothers, much to do.
César Vallejo, Human Poems. 
Yes, indeed. Because when you, mere mortal, you do not see how describe its dawn disaster after a bad night that ended a day even more disaster, fattening of pessimism ... for all that, there is always immortal you shut your mouth and speak for you.
NINE MOSTRUO
I, unfortunately, grows
pain in the world all the time,
grows to thirty minutes per second, step by step,
and nature of pain, pain twice
and the status of martyrdom, voracious carnivore,
is twice
pain and function of pure grass, the dolordos
times and the good of being, doubly grieve.
Never, human men,
was much pain in the chest, on his lapel, purse,
in the glass, in the carnage, in Arithmetic! Much love
never painful, so close
never attacked the distance, the fire never
better role played dead cold! Never
, Minister of Health, was the deadliest
health and migraine
extracted both against the forehead!
And the furniture was in her drawer, pain, heart
in his crate, pain,
the lizard in his crate, pain.
misery grows, brother men,
soon as the machine, and ten machines, and grows
with the response of Rousseau, with our beards;
evil grows for reasons that ignore
and is a flood own fluids,
with own mud and solid cloud itself! Invest
suffering positions gives
role in the aqueous humor
is vertical to the pavement,
the eye is seen and heard this ear, this ear
and takes nine strokes
when the beam, and nine to laughter
time of wheat, and nine females
sounds when crying, and nine songs
at the time of hunger and nine and nine whips
thunder, less a cry.
pain catches us, brother men,
behind profile, and we
allocates in cinemas, we nailed
in gramophones,
unnail us in the bed, falls perpendicularly
our tickets, our letters;
and is very serious subject, can you pray ...
As a result of pain, some
born, others grow, others die,
and others who are born and not dying,
otrosque without being born, die, and other
not born or die (the most)
And as a result of suffering, I tristehasta
head, and more sad to ankle,
to see the bread, crucified, the turnip,
bloodied, crying
, onions,
to cereal, in general, flour, salt-
made dust, water, fleeing,
wine, an Ecce Homo,
so pale in the snow, the sun as it burned!
How, fellow humans,
not say that I can not and I can not
with such drawer,
many minutes, so much
lizard and investment, both far and so thirsty thirsty!
Health Minister, what to do?
! Ah! Unfortunately, human men,
there, brothers, much to do.
César Vallejo, Human Poems.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Is Marril Good Pokemon
IMMORTAL
One, two, three and four. That is the number of scars from accidental I have cuts all over his body. The depth of each Harida, the enough to be sewn to "stitches", as the doctors say. Sterilized some thread, a needle-shaped tab, local anesthesia and feel of a fabric over time and fraction. In the first two times I cried like a few times in my life I've done it before from physical pain. Chances of a rugged existence, you can make a timeline when reviewed from top to bottom.
ONE. just do it.
The first is in the head. In the neck, finished top, closer to her than her neck. For nearly a decade haircut floor almost flush and let it grow for irregular time. Unless more one year after a long time I went to the barber to do something special. I guess it was the influence of being in the city where image is everything and that wig cut five months has been the only condition for my friend Chauchú (made in Capon, Lima) introduced me to a Bulgarian girl after greeting you never saw her again, the Staten Island Russian hairdresser discovered the cut with the most comfortable I've felt.
used them myself, the courts, with a mirror machine tools, interesting way that the run time, an excuse to log out, meditate, think. However, do not remember exactly how long I go to the hairdresser in my neighborhood, whose name until today do not know. His day job is simple, nothing special, just move the machine with a small blade. With the cutter anonymous can analyze the news that happen in Canal No. I read in the newspaper that always reaches me. It's like my personal gauge of public opinion. Ever happened to me information that helped me in my work, a good source. We are off topic.
happens when I have short hair, leaves a scar similar to the symbol of a brand of sneakers. Head of shoe or shoebox head plates are often recurring in those times. Ah, for the timeline: the scar is what remains when a wooden bucket stuck in my head (not pierced the skull, not hallucinating free). Was three years old, jumped from one of my daycare tables, taking advantage of the nannies were not, and almost as an omen of my future clumsiness in physical activity, stumbled y. .. is easy to imagine the rest. A towel covered in blood, the nannies run. Thankfully, the nursery was part of the hospital where my mother. Back in the office, just remember that I had my two cousins, my mother and my aunt making faces and talking about anything so the doctor do his job quietly. By the way, I also remember how it felt when the needle pierced my skin, but when I pulled the strings.
go down to the right eyebrow.
DOS. cutting supposedly sexy.
Here I have a diagonal cut, closer to the horizontal at 90 degrees. It happens that the six years I have lost the eye. This time was due, again, a stumble. Running in the doorway, standing guard at the teacher got to avoid being punished by the chaos that only children living without authority can be achieved. In the distance we saw. Everybody is running, find your seat. I run, I look for my seat. A Chinese greater than all (I studied Chinese in college and we used to keep colleagues in that country over the rest having gone through a cycle inclusion that delayed a few degrees ... say that my school is the factory of "my Chinese leg" of Lima). In short, the Chinese this pushes many, including me (the Chinese had some socialization problems, repeat the first grade). See how I go straight to a table leg.
cry, blood. Again, red towels. The medical process was more fortunate. Comfortable, I mean. Dr. strategy was to appeal to my knowledge of mathematics. "Hey, you're a basket in addition and subtraction hey, a champion, you're going to be an engineer." Indeed it was! But poor woman, if she saw me now, an allergy to all digital operation. Alo Maybe I was lying, just telling me that for anesthesia in a false glory. Maybe. I could not run or play for a week.
a girl ever told me that he was fascinated by that cut on the eyebrow. "... I love it, it gives you a sexy look." I lean more to the idea that an additional elemntos ua part of the whole gives some irregularity, some imbalance. I do not know why something must be that I only have this once in my 24 years of existence? I think it was in compensation after telling me "excited" her delicate neck while biting it gladly.
THREE. Hammurabi for dummies.
I have some notion of justice, but this was the last straw. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, is the only time I used the code of Hammurabi. As any fool experience, after the passage of time, it seems instant, brief.
was fourteen, third grade school, the same Chinese school. I do not remember the exact words of my friend, I just obfuscated. It probably was not anything serious, sometimes I fucked senseless. At one point, LA has nailed the tip of a pencil in the arm. My pen is blunt. My explanation would have been similar to that of the murderers who consummated their action in a fit of schizophrenia did not know what he did, in a second I was completely unaware. "
The fat, LA, threatening to delatarme.Cuidaba the tip remains stuck and keep intact the proof of the crime. "Yeah, fat, look, I give you my pen, do the same, I do not care, it is as fair as can be, do not be a goat," he said. The fat man's eyes gleamed for a second, but then reacted.
-Oe, are you asshole?
-key I prefer the stylus on the arm you to speak with the coordinator, pes' big dumb.
"No, big head, well I tell the House (the coordinator of the útlimo degrees).
"Look, I have these. Do you want blue or red?
-The blue, red is only to underline.
-Fat dumb.
-Oe, but you going to hurt.
"Then I leave it there, right?
- not shitting, I say to the fat.
-Fat pussy, the pain goes within hours, but that quote to my old and arming a chongazo to last weeks ...
"Well, where do you want? -Where
, roe, not a tattoo.
chose the left forearm, do not know why. The conical tips Faber Castell pencils often make deep holes 033 in human flesh if they are directed to it at high speeds and with bad intentions.
-Oe, big head, is bleeding.
-Au, shit.
- Does it hurt?
"Hell, au.
(nervous laughter)
- Is it blood?
"Yes, pes gordo, ¿qué va a ser?
-Oe cabezón, eres chusco, no eres de sangre azul como en la clase de historia que nos contaron que...
-Ya, ya, yoy al baño, me lavo y listo.
En vano, seguía sangrando. El proceso médico se inició luego de decidir ir a la enfermería del colegio.
Un amigo me clavó el lapicero en el brazo porque yo antes le clavé la punta de mi lápiz. No, eso no podía decir. Se me clavó una astilla de las carpetas, era una astillaza, grandota, pero me la saqué mientras lavaba la herida en el baño. Eso sí.
Esta vez la suturación no dolió. O era una buena anestesia o mi piel ya estaba curtida de cortes, "suturaciones" (palabrita learned) The process was not anything worth to tell. I only hurt the muscles during the following days, to move his fingers. FOUR
. blood on the court.
Yes, I'm playing bad football. Except the time I was in the academy team of my loves, and the next few months of my retirement because I had to study, I was always the last to pick in the yankempó for team building. The only thing left of the crack that was never the large number of kicks I can accomplish with a little luck.
Who has not been any injuries playing a Pichanga, as Peruvians call it a football match, football (soccer 6), between friends? Mine, one of many but that is the case here is, of course, a court.
already saw the head, eyebrow, arm. The last is in my right knee. In times of my life recently defunct university General Studies Humanities, weekend in the grip of Mining Engineering. As ever, had put three goals. Although, of course, I will have missed ten or twelve. I do not know what happened, he was agile, Slate, the stopping of Pech, dribbling, passing were direct, at the foot of the partner. I think I was confianzudo with my luck. Sure, I was 20 or 25 kilos less than now, nineteen, but he was not trying to make a full turn straight leg with a ball to stop dividing. Destiny shook my hand and I climbed on my shoulder. Sure was going to stop squatting in the worst case. No. I left the court and tried to embed the knee on the ground as the pen tip of the fat in meat. One of the stones were embedded. Cut! No, it was a movie.
This concern if it was half, opened and closed like a notebook every time you flex the joint. I could not walk properly, I hurt when stepped on, had only two suns in the pocket, did not have a cell phone. My friends were equally austere liability to me, almost a fad in middle-class students, not Work Related, at a private university. The medical service was closed. We sow
to pay the taxi. Chance, went to the same clinic doctor that I predicted a future in engineering. On the way I kept playing with my knee was a notebook. The doctor that was not there. Whatever happened to him, but if he read the letters, should not to have done very well.
WAY OF subpart. The best / worst is usually different from the rest
The worst injury was not a court. After six years of generated tissue still do not return at all and you can see, within a gap of skin, rosacea certain layer. Does things? Thankful that no describe how the accident was or how it was the right ankle (which is housed). The girl who made the ode to my eyebrow agreed with many seeing it. "Yuck," he said.
also be part of the timeline. If so, there is little room for accidents leave their traces in chronological order and in the south. So be it. For now I'll go to sleep. 
One, two, three and four. That is the number of scars from accidental I have cuts all over his body. The depth of each Harida, the enough to be sewn to "stitches", as the doctors say. Sterilized some thread, a needle-shaped tab, local anesthesia and feel of a fabric over time and fraction. In the first two times I cried like a few times in my life I've done it before from physical pain. Chances of a rugged existence, you can make a timeline when reviewed from top to bottom.
ONE. just do it.
The first is in the head. In the neck, finished top, closer to her than her neck. For nearly a decade haircut floor almost flush and let it grow for irregular time. Unless more one year after a long time I went to the barber to do something special. I guess it was the influence of being in the city where image is everything and that wig cut five months has been the only condition for my friend Chauchú (made in Capon, Lima) introduced me to a Bulgarian girl after greeting you never saw her again, the Staten Island Russian hairdresser discovered the cut with the most comfortable I've felt.
used them myself, the courts, with a mirror machine tools, interesting way that the run time, an excuse to log out, meditate, think. However, do not remember exactly how long I go to the hairdresser in my neighborhood, whose name until today do not know. His day job is simple, nothing special, just move the machine with a small blade. With the cutter anonymous can analyze the news that happen in Canal No. I read in the newspaper that always reaches me. It's like my personal gauge of public opinion. Ever happened to me information that helped me in my work, a good source. We are off topic.
happens when I have short hair, leaves a scar similar to the symbol of a brand of sneakers. Head of shoe or shoebox head plates are often recurring in those times. Ah, for the timeline: the scar is what remains when a wooden bucket stuck in my head (not pierced the skull, not hallucinating free). Was three years old, jumped from one of my daycare tables, taking advantage of the nannies were not, and almost as an omen of my future clumsiness in physical activity, stumbled y. .. is easy to imagine the rest. A towel covered in blood, the nannies run. Thankfully, the nursery was part of the hospital where my mother. Back in the office, just remember that I had my two cousins, my mother and my aunt making faces and talking about anything so the doctor do his job quietly. By the way, I also remember how it felt when the needle pierced my skin, but when I pulled the strings.
go down to the right eyebrow.
DOS. cutting supposedly sexy.
Here I have a diagonal cut, closer to the horizontal at 90 degrees. It happens that the six years I have lost the eye. This time was due, again, a stumble. Running in the doorway, standing guard at the teacher got to avoid being punished by the chaos that only children living without authority can be achieved. In the distance we saw. Everybody is running, find your seat. I run, I look for my seat. A Chinese greater than all (I studied Chinese in college and we used to keep colleagues in that country over the rest having gone through a cycle inclusion that delayed a few degrees ... say that my school is the factory of "my Chinese leg" of Lima). In short, the Chinese this pushes many, including me (the Chinese had some socialization problems, repeat the first grade). See how I go straight to a table leg.
cry, blood. Again, red towels. The medical process was more fortunate. Comfortable, I mean. Dr. strategy was to appeal to my knowledge of mathematics. "Hey, you're a basket in addition and subtraction hey, a champion, you're going to be an engineer." Indeed it was! But poor woman, if she saw me now, an allergy to all digital operation. Alo Maybe I was lying, just telling me that for anesthesia in a false glory. Maybe. I could not run or play for a week.
a girl ever told me that he was fascinated by that cut on the eyebrow. "... I love it, it gives you a sexy look." I lean more to the idea that an additional elemntos ua part of the whole gives some irregularity, some imbalance. I do not know why something must be that I only have this once in my 24 years of existence? I think it was in compensation after telling me "excited" her delicate neck while biting it gladly.
THREE. Hammurabi for dummies.
I have some notion of justice, but this was the last straw. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, is the only time I used the code of Hammurabi. As any fool experience, after the passage of time, it seems instant, brief.
was fourteen, third grade school, the same Chinese school. I do not remember the exact words of my friend, I just obfuscated. It probably was not anything serious, sometimes I fucked senseless. At one point, LA has nailed the tip of a pencil in the arm. My pen is blunt. My explanation would have been similar to that of the murderers who consummated their action in a fit of schizophrenia did not know what he did, in a second I was completely unaware. "
The fat, LA, threatening to delatarme.Cuidaba the tip remains stuck and keep intact the proof of the crime. "Yeah, fat, look, I give you my pen, do the same, I do not care, it is as fair as can be, do not be a goat," he said. The fat man's eyes gleamed for a second, but then reacted.
-Oe, are you asshole?
-key I prefer the stylus on the arm you to speak with the coordinator, pes' big dumb.
"No, big head, well I tell the House (the coordinator of the útlimo degrees).
"Look, I have these. Do you want blue or red?
-The blue, red is only to underline.
-Fat dumb.
-Oe, but you going to hurt.
"Then I leave it there, right?
- not shitting, I say to the fat.
-Fat pussy, the pain goes within hours, but that quote to my old and arming a chongazo to last weeks ...
"Well, where do you want? -Where
, roe, not a tattoo.
chose the left forearm, do not know why. The conical tips Faber Castell pencils often make deep holes 033 in human flesh if they are directed to it at high speeds and with bad intentions.
-Oe, big head, is bleeding.
-Au, shit.
- Does it hurt?
"Hell, au.
(nervous laughter)
- Is it blood?
"Yes, pes gordo, ¿qué va a ser?
-Oe cabezón, eres chusco, no eres de sangre azul como en la clase de historia que nos contaron que...
-Ya, ya, yoy al baño, me lavo y listo.
En vano, seguía sangrando. El proceso médico se inició luego de decidir ir a la enfermería del colegio.
Un amigo me clavó el lapicero en el brazo porque yo antes le clavé la punta de mi lápiz. No, eso no podía decir. Se me clavó una astilla de las carpetas, era una astillaza, grandota, pero me la saqué mientras lavaba la herida en el baño. Eso sí.
Esta vez la suturación no dolió. O era una buena anestesia o mi piel ya estaba curtida de cortes, "suturaciones" (palabrita learned) The process was not anything worth to tell. I only hurt the muscles during the following days, to move his fingers. FOUR
. blood on the court.
Yes, I'm playing bad football. Except the time I was in the academy team of my loves, and the next few months of my retirement because I had to study, I was always the last to pick in the yankempó for team building. The only thing left of the crack that was never the large number of kicks I can accomplish with a little luck.
Who has not been any injuries playing a Pichanga, as Peruvians call it a football match, football (soccer 6), between friends? Mine, one of many but that is the case here is, of course, a court.
already saw the head, eyebrow, arm. The last is in my right knee. In times of my life recently defunct university General Studies Humanities, weekend in the grip of Mining Engineering. As ever, had put three goals. Although, of course, I will have missed ten or twelve. I do not know what happened, he was agile, Slate, the stopping of Pech, dribbling, passing were direct, at the foot of the partner. I think I was confianzudo with my luck. Sure, I was 20 or 25 kilos less than now, nineteen, but he was not trying to make a full turn straight leg with a ball to stop dividing. Destiny shook my hand and I climbed on my shoulder. Sure was going to stop squatting in the worst case. No. I left the court and tried to embed the knee on the ground as the pen tip of the fat in meat. One of the stones were embedded. Cut! No, it was a movie.
This concern if it was half, opened and closed like a notebook every time you flex the joint. I could not walk properly, I hurt when stepped on, had only two suns in the pocket, did not have a cell phone. My friends were equally austere liability to me, almost a fad in middle-class students, not Work Related, at a private university. The medical service was closed. We sow
to pay the taxi. Chance, went to the same clinic doctor that I predicted a future in engineering. On the way I kept playing with my knee was a notebook. The doctor that was not there. Whatever happened to him, but if he read the letters, should not to have done very well.
WAY OF subpart. The best / worst is usually different from the rest
The worst injury was not a court. After six years of generated tissue still do not return at all and you can see, within a gap of skin, rosacea certain layer. Does things? Thankful that no describe how the accident was or how it was the right ankle (which is housed). The girl who made the ode to my eyebrow agreed with many seeing it. "Yuck," he said.
also be part of the timeline. If so, there is little room for accidents leave their traces in chronological order and in the south. So be it. For now I'll go to sleep.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
How To Avoid Fees On Biolife Debit Card
ZENA EL-KHALIL, A BLOGGER FROM BEIRUT
During the last half hour from my balcony, I have been watching the skyline. Is burning. are 4:14 am.
The above are the first lines of the post, translated into English, with which Zena El-Khalil released his blog Beirut Update. Artist plastic Lebanese origin, born in England, returned home for his first solo exhibition. With many plans, the war cut short and held in the capital of the land of their ancestors.
At 3:28 in the morning, I awoke to the sound of Israeli jets flying low over our skies in Beirut. A soon to fall asleep, finally, thoughts crossed my mind all night, cramps in my stomach, fear ... And to think that some would fall asleep and I heard the sound of the jets, one followed by another, one explosion after another. Is somewhat calmer now.
I hear people praying morning prayers in the distance.
Throughout all of July and August, Zena wrote 35 posts in which recounted his days in the war waged by the Israeli army and the terrorist group Hezbollah. How the Israeli bombs did not discern the guilty and innocent. The powerlessness of ordinary people not being able to slap two or three at the world and wake him from his lethargy and indifference.
More than a million forced off now
civilization More than a thousand Lebanese killed.
many times I have to say that my country is being destroyed piece by piece.
In my city, entire neighborhoods are gone.
Entire families have disappeared
Southern Lebanon is a single flame
For a month, I had to do to Lebanon brutalized.
Its citizens crumpled under the rubble of their homes.
can not make peace amid the sound of bombs.
Zena Al Blog found him later, clicking links in a local newspaper that addressed the topic of blogging in Lebanon, four days ago. I was hooked instantly. I read what he had written as a child that reviews the lesson unlearned half an hour of starting the test. How not to sympathize with whom you confess what they really feel, know of euphemisms and communicate what he really thinks and above, suffer the injustices of human folly. And like her, an entire country stunned.
So I cried and cried ... because I felt an incredible wave of fear and sadness over my mind. I have not been sleeping. Combine fear and lack of sleep and have a great turning point downhill.
Zena el-Khalil is identified with three countries said to be English, Lebanon and Nigeria. The International Museum Women dela yours appears a little blurb: "Born in England in 1976. He grew up in Nigeria, where he read much, participated in karate competitions and listening Iron Maiden. At that time, his favorite color was purple. Still is. Is co-founder of Xanadu, an art space located in New York and Beirut, dedicated to helping young artists who are not interested in circuits and Alijsser malls, an American organization that works to promote the work of Arab artists. " In this website has on their happy marriage.
After all this information and understand more frustration when he learns that it is likely, she says a story that quoted a political scientist, that Israel have planned the attacks on one of the three countries over the past six years, at least. While
BUILDING DREAMS, they planned my destruction
(...) In the past six years, I was encouraging others to paint, sculpt, draw, film, photograph, make, glue, sewing, create ... I promised that their jobs would be accepted anywhere ... it was so important to work ... Lebanon that embraced the arts ... and we just had to route it.
the past six years, my parents promised a family, I promised grandchildren.
In the past six years, my best friends I promised them that our children would love Beirut. A Beirut that is healthy for ourselves and our friends, a Beirut unlike any other city in the world. (...)
But not hate. Never hate. I'm just really, I really disappointed by those people who feel they have the right to govern IT my life. All that remains now is to resist. Resist love. My most powerful weapon that nobody can touch. I still love you. I will always love. I love Beirut.
One character, the Zena. I found some of that country that sounded so far as the Lebanese should sonarles mine, Peru. His posts are really great. One of lives. Most feel vertigo, the fear, the uncertainty of the bombs leaked on Beirut, that smell that equates Zena he received in New York when he arrived two months after the fall of the towers. I agree with Zena
that the same sounds and the same feelings that she and other Lebanese perceived during the last month should be the same as stalking Jews in World War II.
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Fair, the photo above New York shows a wall with a sentence of your blog, where an artist friend of hers used his posts for an interactive class with students of art. Yesterday
Israel declared a ceasefire in Lebanon. His troops began to withdraw. The return of a few displaced. Peace becomes fearful, almost silent, withdrawn, expressionless. With Zena share their sorrow and their joy now that the squalor of war recedes. Then, his last post published until the end of this:
IN THE NIGHT OF CEASEFIRE
This morning I awoke with a smile on my face. My husband jumped on me, kissing me all over his face, saying that the war was about to end .. the UN voted ... that things would improve now. I had woken up two hours early, but I jumped out of bed with a kind of energy that had not had for a month. This was a good morning.
all changed this weekend.
Supposedly, things were going to have some sort of final. One or the other.
On the night of the ceasefire, I had mixed emotions.
I am grateful that things are coming to an end.
Finally, the real work now lies before us: not just about rebuilding lives, the paìsí of morality. It is also to advance positivamnete forward in every way.
War hatred instilled in people. We as humans have to make sure that will not fall into the vicious circle of hatred.
We need to grow and talk about politics as citizens of the beautiful Mother Earth.
I do not think we were born to hate. I think we can be influenced by things like fear, violence, oppression and misunderstanding.
You should not have to live in fear, one should not have to be victims of violence.
seems that these days, violence and fear rules our lives are on TV and in the news ... but we should not be. a costume people use it for their own selfish benefits. The reality of life is love, not fear. We need to remember.
Life is beautiful ... is like the infinite possibilities of youth .... is like the first kiss ....
Remember the scene in Matrix (the third), near the end, when Neo and Trinity enter the Machine World ... flying in the air, hands held, love guides them through the war zone. From there they cross the sky, through the dark clouds
electric ... fighting for his life ... hence continue and suddenly they see the Earth as it really is: beautiful clear skies ... and that Trinity says "beautiful." I wonder
if we can also do that.
If there is something she learned last month, is that life is very precious. Second, your whole life can change. One day I was working in an art gallery by sending pictures to their new owners ... the next morning our airport was bombed and we were at war. So, out of nowhere.
my life was so fast at the beginning of this year ... was busy preparing for my first personal exhibition in Lebanon will be in May, was working hard in my studio every day.
Simultánemaente, was organizing an exhibition that would be in June. It was great. 21 artists and a full month events related thereto.
I held many things in my life. He said to me and everyone around me (including my husband) "In July I will have my old life back ... we'll have fun in July. We'll go to the beach in July. Yes, even you have decided to finally get pregnant! Only I can not do anything about it until July. "
And look what happened in July ... and certainly, I do not go to the beach
long, long time. many years, at least.
Life is so very precious.
LINKS:
---> UPDATE BEIRUT war diaries of a 30 year old woman ... with love from beirut.
---> ZIGGYDOODLE , WORKS OF ART OF THE KHALIL ZENNA.
---> ZENA IN Imagining Ourselves, A GLOBAL GENERATION OF WOMEN, THE INTERNATIONAL MUSEUM OF WOMEN.
---> KICK THE PHOTO: GOTHAMIST.COM .
Technorati Tags: Lebanon , Beirut, Beirut Update , Zena El-Khalil , Blogs Beirut, Lebanon , < 
During the last half hour from my balcony, I have been watching the skyline. Is burning. are 4:14 am.
The above are the first lines of the post, translated into English, with which Zena El-Khalil released his blog Beirut Update. Artist plastic Lebanese origin, born in England, returned home for his first solo exhibition. With many plans, the war cut short and held in the capital of the land of their ancestors.
At 3:28 in the morning, I awoke to the sound of Israeli jets flying low over our skies in Beirut. A soon to fall asleep, finally, thoughts crossed my mind all night, cramps in my stomach, fear ... And to think that some would fall asleep and I heard the sound of the jets, one followed by another, one explosion after another. Is somewhat calmer now.
I hear people praying morning prayers in the distance.
Throughout all of July and August, Zena wrote 35 posts in which recounted his days in the war waged by the Israeli army and the terrorist group Hezbollah. How the Israeli bombs did not discern the guilty and innocent. The powerlessness of ordinary people not being able to slap two or three at the world and wake him from his lethargy and indifference.
More than a million forced off now
civilization More than a thousand Lebanese killed.
many times I have to say that my country is being destroyed piece by piece.
In my city, entire neighborhoods are gone.
Entire families have disappeared
Southern Lebanon is a single flame
For a month, I had to do to Lebanon brutalized.
Its citizens crumpled under the rubble of their homes.
can not make peace amid the sound of bombs.
Zena Al Blog found him later, clicking links in a local newspaper that addressed the topic of blogging in Lebanon, four days ago. I was hooked instantly. I read what he had written as a child that reviews the lesson unlearned half an hour of starting the test. How not to sympathize with whom you confess what they really feel, know of euphemisms and communicate what he really thinks and above, suffer the injustices of human folly. And like her, an entire country stunned.
So I cried and cried ... because I felt an incredible wave of fear and sadness over my mind. I have not been sleeping. Combine fear and lack of sleep and have a great turning point downhill.
Zena el-Khalil is identified with three countries said to be English, Lebanon and Nigeria. The International Museum Women dela yours appears a little blurb: "Born in England in 1976. He grew up in Nigeria, where he read much, participated in karate competitions and listening Iron Maiden. At that time, his favorite color was purple. Still is. Is co-founder of Xanadu, an art space located in New York and Beirut, dedicated to helping young artists who are not interested in circuits and Alijsser malls, an American organization that works to promote the work of Arab artists. " In this website has on their happy marriage.
After all this information and understand more frustration when he learns that it is likely, she says a story that quoted a political scientist, that Israel have planned the attacks on one of the three countries over the past six years, at least. While
BUILDING DREAMS, they planned my destruction
(...) In the past six years, I was encouraging others to paint, sculpt, draw, film, photograph, make, glue, sewing, create ... I promised that their jobs would be accepted anywhere ... it was so important to work ... Lebanon that embraced the arts ... and we just had to route it.
the past six years, my parents promised a family, I promised grandchildren.
In the past six years, my best friends I promised them that our children would love Beirut. A Beirut that is healthy for ourselves and our friends, a Beirut unlike any other city in the world. (...)
But not hate. Never hate. I'm just really, I really disappointed by those people who feel they have the right to govern IT my life. All that remains now is to resist. Resist love. My most powerful weapon that nobody can touch. I still love you. I will always love. I love Beirut.
One character, the Zena. I found some of that country that sounded so far as the Lebanese should sonarles mine, Peru. His posts are really great. One of lives. Most feel vertigo, the fear, the uncertainty of the bombs leaked on Beirut, that smell that equates Zena he received in New York when he arrived two months after the fall of the towers. I agree with Zena
that the same sounds and the same feelings that she and other Lebanese perceived during the last month should be the same as stalking Jews in World War II.
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Fair, the photo above New York shows a wall with a sentence of your blog, where an artist friend of hers used his posts for an interactive class with students of art. Yesterday
Israel declared a ceasefire in Lebanon. His troops began to withdraw. The return of a few displaced. Peace becomes fearful, almost silent, withdrawn, expressionless. With Zena share their sorrow and their joy now that the squalor of war recedes. Then, his last post published until the end of this:
IN THE NIGHT OF CEASEFIRE
This morning I awoke with a smile on my face. My husband jumped on me, kissing me all over his face, saying that the war was about to end .. the UN voted ... that things would improve now. I had woken up two hours early, but I jumped out of bed with a kind of energy that had not had for a month. This was a good morning.
all changed this weekend.
Supposedly, things were going to have some sort of final. One or the other.
On the night of the ceasefire, I had mixed emotions.
I am grateful that things are coming to an end.
Finally, the real work now lies before us: not just about rebuilding lives, the paìsí of morality. It is also to advance positivamnete forward in every way.
War hatred instilled in people. We as humans have to make sure that will not fall into the vicious circle of hatred.
We need to grow and talk about politics as citizens of the beautiful Mother Earth.
I do not think we were born to hate. I think we can be influenced by things like fear, violence, oppression and misunderstanding.
You should not have to live in fear, one should not have to be victims of violence.
seems that these days, violence and fear rules our lives are on TV and in the news ... but we should not be. a costume people use it for their own selfish benefits. The reality of life is love, not fear. We need to remember.
Life is beautiful ... is like the infinite possibilities of youth .... is like the first kiss ....
Remember the scene in Matrix (the third), near the end, when Neo and Trinity enter the Machine World ... flying in the air, hands held, love guides them through the war zone. From there they cross the sky, through the dark clouds
electric ... fighting for his life ... hence continue and suddenly they see the Earth as it really is: beautiful clear skies ... and that Trinity says "beautiful." I wonder
if we can also do that.
If there is something she learned last month, is that life is very precious. Second, your whole life can change. One day I was working in an art gallery by sending pictures to their new owners ... the next morning our airport was bombed and we were at war. So, out of nowhere.
my life was so fast at the beginning of this year ... was busy preparing for my first personal exhibition in Lebanon will be in May, was working hard in my studio every day.
Simultánemaente, was organizing an exhibition that would be in June. It was great. 21 artists and a full month events related thereto.
I held many things in my life. He said to me and everyone around me (including my husband) "In July I will have my old life back ... we'll have fun in July. We'll go to the beach in July. Yes, even you have decided to finally get pregnant! Only I can not do anything about it until July. "
And look what happened in July ... and certainly, I do not go to the beach
long, long time. many years, at least.
Life is so very precious.
LINKS:
---> UPDATE BEIRUT war diaries of a 30 year old woman ... with love from beirut.
---> ZIGGYDOODLE , WORKS OF ART OF THE KHALIL ZENNA.
---> ZENA IN Imagining Ourselves, A GLOBAL GENERATION OF WOMEN, THE INTERNATIONAL MUSEUM OF WOMEN.
---> KICK THE PHOTO: GOTHAMIST.COM .
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Saturday, August 12, 2006
Carl Zeiss Vs. G Lens
DEBATE OF THE DEATH PENALTY: Digging
has not changed much, I think. Only improved their tricks to distract public opinion. Will read about in Paris and Bogota, his advisers should be more technical, less empirical. Surely reviewed what the virgin cry, the Chinese promised the thief, a former fugitive and extradited today. Hopefully how to "seize" the big circus that is each official game of the football team, the latter being much more than a sport and crowds pasiónd and 90 minutes to generate a mass amnesia that typically lasts days or weeks.
Apparently the smoke screens will not be as rough and blast not refer to ordinary Peruvians: try to cover the political enemies who, in his eternal majority are just thieves than before, but more controllable, deception, blackmail, orphans of ideology, ignorant of the political thing, opportunistic.
If not, look at how all the death penalty debate. How about engañamuchachos! And all behind, like a dog biting its tail, without progress.
"Alan offered to all in campaign, you hear out there. Yeah, well, up smokescreens. 
has not changed much, I think. Only improved their tricks to distract public opinion. Will read about in Paris and Bogota, his advisers should be more technical, less empirical. Surely reviewed what the virgin cry, the Chinese promised the thief, a former fugitive and extradited today. Hopefully how to "seize" the big circus that is each official game of the football team, the latter being much more than a sport and crowds pasiónd and 90 minutes to generate a mass amnesia that typically lasts days or weeks.
Apparently the smoke screens will not be as rough and blast not refer to ordinary Peruvians: try to cover the political enemies who, in his eternal majority are just thieves than before, but more controllable, deception, blackmail, orphans of ideology, ignorant of the political thing, opportunistic.
If not, look at how all the death penalty debate. How about engañamuchachos! And all behind, like a dog biting its tail, without progress.
"Alan offered to all in campaign, you hear out there. Yeah, well, up smokescreens.
Tuesday, August 1, 2006
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PAN NO CIRCUS file Blogger ... BEFORE, DURING AND AFTER. Last post in NYC. The pack
In fact it was the last post I wrote in New York. I kept it because he was embarrassed and wanted to write more. Then I forgot. Is unchanged.
I like how they wrote before. Much more than I usually leave now. Something will have to see the mood or something. The tildes are omitted because the keyboard Carcía them. Ñ \u200b\u200bthere, I think. There he goes.
BEFORE inevitably idealize a return not expected until two weeks before I knew it was imminent. For more postponement that has been tried. Eliminate the ugly of Lima, which is quite an achievement (if, then, Lima is horrible, just past architectures are saved and a few residential area reserved for some, respect opposing views, but I think always from romantic). He said, erase everything, you keep right and you see that this group is composed of a handful of people, those who want and know that I want.
In that state of mind I get a aferta anyone who enjoys adventure travel and some discarded. "We're going to Florida," says my cousin.
- We're in New York, I will not pay for a plane ticket, I'm going on Tuesday (it was Thursday).
- Did you see the car that is out, the Mitsubishi Eclipse?
- Does that blue putamadre?
- If, in that we go. Put on your backpack, some clothes and left. Twenty hours are more tracks and you'll help me manage.
- Ok-I said something excitedly gimme five minutes.
experiential learning to achieve during these months of living with my cousin, who before arriving in New York had seen once in my life, for over ten years (the only time he returned to Peru), told me that there was no need to ask questions like "who is the car?" or "Why do you say to me that I drive?". There was no reason to worry about the solutions: if I had to travel to Peru on Tuesday, he would find a way to get there before that day.
"Damn, man, as if you already did not know me, the ridge!", Reminding me that says I can change accents Puerto Rican, Dominican, Colombia (country and coastal included) as usual, to perfection, and even mix .
My cousin was sent to this country after finishing school, twenty or twenty years, almost forced by one of my uncles, his father, who looked no better blueprint for men who send their offspring to other countries to work no more real than their memories and some money. This story of my Plimo , deserves a separate post. Perhaps an entire blog or a book-style New Journalism. But let ...
So was that we traveled a good part of Highway 95. New York, New Jersey, Delaware, Virginia, the Carolinas (North and South), Georgia and eventually Florida. In Virginia, the first stop, I saw the friendly people, something that New York is rare, a detail of my life anhören Pennsylvania.El landscape begins with some pine trees and green fields can poke through the Carolinas, African-American population in its majority. Gradually, the palms are sticking out and the red liquid in thermometers as well. We are leaving Georgia to reach Florida. Ahi
Ponciania we stayed in a place that also deserves separate post, since it is a living example of how man destroys millions of years of natural life in order to build artificial comfort. Houses, mansions, clubs, supermarkets and luxury shops ... all mixed with lagoons, lush vegetation and some crocodiles accidents per year.
Fernando and Kathy, Dominican, Polish and American first generation, we stayed at home. They were very good hosts. They are friends of my Plimo . They moved to Florida their small daughters do not live just like them in poor neighborhoods in the Bronx and Brooklyn. "A infielno , hand, a veldadero infielno what it was that sometimes," says Fernando. And what they are achieving. Garnde have a house, swimming pool, their daughters go to school on foot and work in a mechanical and a travel agency they like. "This is the paradise, my friend Herb," \u200b\u200bKathy tells me that only knows how to say fuck, bug, hello, goodbye and one more word in English. DURING
Back to New York after enjoying the tranquility and peace of Ponciania, afternoons at Daytona and Cocoa Beach, is like a slap in the middle of furious sleep. Attempts to delay my return to Peru were in vain. I am in the world's largest cybercafe, say its owners, where I wrote several posts on NYC. I think even cancel the flight and stay here forever. This city is exciting, a vice for which you do not mind leaving everything as long as you keep living it and let you live. For more to know that can hurt you, make your life a slave to her rhythm. AFTER
no idea what lies ahead. I hope not regret it. They say the detoxification of an addictive substance can be very hard, never-ending period. 
Try to imagine
In fact it was the last post I wrote in New York. I kept it because he was embarrassed and wanted to write more. Then I forgot. Is unchanged.
I like how they wrote before. Much more than I usually leave now. Something will have to see the mood or something. The tildes are omitted because the keyboard Carcía them. Ñ \u200b\u200bthere, I think. There he goes.
BEFORE inevitably idealize a return not expected until two weeks before I knew it was imminent. For more postponement that has been tried. Eliminate the ugly of Lima, which is quite an achievement (if, then, Lima is horrible, just past architectures are saved and a few residential area reserved for some, respect opposing views, but I think always from romantic). He said, erase everything, you keep right and you see that this group is composed of a handful of people, those who want and know that I want.
In that state of mind I get a aferta anyone who enjoys adventure travel and some discarded. "We're going to Florida," says my cousin.
- We're in New York, I will not pay for a plane ticket, I'm going on Tuesday (it was Thursday).
- Did you see the car that is out, the Mitsubishi Eclipse?
- Does that blue putamadre?
- If, in that we go. Put on your backpack, some clothes and left. Twenty hours are more tracks and you'll help me manage.
- Ok-I said something excitedly gimme five minutes.
experiential learning to achieve during these months of living with my cousin, who before arriving in New York had seen once in my life, for over ten years (the only time he returned to Peru), told me that there was no need to ask questions like "who is the car?" or "Why do you say to me that I drive?". There was no reason to worry about the solutions: if I had to travel to Peru on Tuesday, he would find a way to get there before that day.
"Damn, man, as if you already did not know me, the ridge!", Reminding me that says I can change accents Puerto Rican, Dominican, Colombia (country and coastal included) as usual, to perfection, and even mix .
My cousin was sent to this country after finishing school, twenty or twenty years, almost forced by one of my uncles, his father, who looked no better blueprint for men who send their offspring to other countries to work no more real than their memories and some money. This story of my Plimo , deserves a separate post. Perhaps an entire blog or a book-style New Journalism. But let ...
So was that we traveled a good part of Highway 95. New York, New Jersey, Delaware, Virginia, the Carolinas (North and South), Georgia and eventually Florida. In Virginia, the first stop, I saw the friendly people, something that New York is rare, a detail of my life anhören Pennsylvania.El landscape begins with some pine trees and green fields can poke through the Carolinas, African-American population in its majority. Gradually, the palms are sticking out and the red liquid in thermometers as well. We are leaving Georgia to reach Florida. Ahi
Ponciania we stayed in a place that also deserves separate post, since it is a living example of how man destroys millions of years of natural life in order to build artificial comfort. Houses, mansions, clubs, supermarkets and luxury shops ... all mixed with lagoons, lush vegetation and some crocodiles accidents per year.
Fernando and Kathy, Dominican, Polish and American first generation, we stayed at home. They were very good hosts. They are friends of my Plimo . They moved to Florida their small daughters do not live just like them in poor neighborhoods in the Bronx and Brooklyn. "A infielno , hand, a veldadero infielno what it was that sometimes," says Fernando. And what they are achieving. Garnde have a house, swimming pool, their daughters go to school on foot and work in a mechanical and a travel agency they like. "This is the paradise, my friend Herb," \u200b\u200bKathy tells me that only knows how to say fuck, bug, hello, goodbye and one more word in English. DURING
Back to New York after enjoying the tranquility and peace of Ponciania, afternoons at Daytona and Cocoa Beach, is like a slap in the middle of furious sleep. Attempts to delay my return to Peru were in vain. I am in the world's largest cybercafe, say its owners, where I wrote several posts on NYC. I think even cancel the flight and stay here forever. This city is exciting, a vice for which you do not mind leaving everything as long as you keep living it and let you live. For more to know that can hurt you, make your life a slave to her rhythm. AFTER
no idea what lies ahead. I hope not regret it. They say the detoxification of an addictive substance can be very hard, never-ending period.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
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RABID: Michelle Bachelet JOURNALISTS AND THE LIMA BOOK FAIR HEART IN A CAGE
Lay Fun, which killed rottwailer a thief when he tried to enter the garage to look after, in action that nearly cost him the sacrifice. Now, imagine a dozen Funs Lay furious after their prey. A similar figure was the one who attended the International Fair of the Book of Lima could see yesterday 27 July. The president of Chile, Michelle Bachelet, go to the show fresh off the plane, still smelling of Santiago.
((((((¿¿¿¿ desubicadísimo Remember when a reporter Gunther Rave-Channel 5 - breached the safety of the kings of Spain and tried to get some "spontaneous statements" to the gentlemen who reacted with shock gestures and surprise, wanting look for the "first" appeal to savagery? The same thing happened yesterday, many "Coleguita" confused, once again, with intrepid journalism journalism .))))))
is stupid you can not otherwise qualify for the "Coleguita" (as his name was John Gargurevich beardless journalism students Catholic) broke protocol, violated the guest area, you fight with the security of the Chilean president, pushed against the wall to the guests as the poet José Watanabe and Rocio Silva Santistevan, among other honorable guests, , destabilize the wooden stand Chile risking his fall, overwhelmed the police lines, including acute shortage order established. One had taken a glass of wine a couple of young men distributed among the guests. Another shouted, "to provide with pisco."
past, Bachelet had given a speech more emotional about the culture as a link between Peru and their country, to the excitement and pride I felt to be in a land so prolific for English literature. Mario Vargas Llosa spoke of Santiago Roncagliolo, the recent book by Peruvian and Chilean historians, Charles Germain Belli, the Peruvian poet and she was recently awarded the prize in Santiago Pablo Neruda. That is, elegant and solemn showed signs of being an educated woman, who admires our literature and our culture in general (Toledo has not made a similar gesture in his five years in office, at least not as sincere as the leader of the coalition). The protocol would send journalists to wait until the president gave a few words on the Peruvian situation: the change of command, etc. But I had talked about in the air group No. 8 after his first steps on Peruvian soil.
I tried not to be part of that pack. I stood aside and watched the pathetic show. Even before, when he walked in, a lady scolded ma that why I was pushing and respect to safety because I'm not one to be devastating to whom I please ... Making, while!
Coleguita Then many complain that society scorns our profession.
A colleague has left sweating on TV saying 'ta' I did, I said it was comfortable to be here. " Question: Was it worth pushing, screaming, leaving a terrible image of the Peruvian press Bachelet at his party, guests, Peruvians attending the fair that day? I guess having maintained order, Bachelet had a small impromptu news conference there. But no, bestiality was stronger. Be confused with journalism journalism intrepid stupid. Again. 
Lay Fun, which killed rottwailer a thief when he tried to enter the garage to look after, in action that nearly cost him the sacrifice. Now, imagine a dozen Funs Lay furious after their prey. A similar figure was the one who attended the International Fair of the Book of Lima could see yesterday 27 July. The president of Chile, Michelle Bachelet, go to the show fresh off the plane, still smelling of Santiago.
((((((¿¿¿¿ desubicadísimo Remember when a reporter Gunther Rave-Channel 5 - breached the safety of the kings of Spain and tried to get some "spontaneous statements" to the gentlemen who reacted with shock gestures and surprise, wanting look for the "first" appeal to savagery? The same thing happened yesterday, many "Coleguita" confused, once again, with intrepid journalism journalism .))))))
is stupid you can not otherwise qualify for the "Coleguita" (as his name was John Gargurevich beardless journalism students Catholic) broke protocol, violated the guest area, you fight with the security of the Chilean president, pushed against the wall to the guests as the poet José Watanabe and Rocio Silva Santistevan, among other honorable guests, , destabilize the wooden stand Chile risking his fall, overwhelmed the police lines, including acute shortage order established. One had taken a glass of wine a couple of young men distributed among the guests. Another shouted, "to provide with pisco."
past, Bachelet had given a speech more emotional about the culture as a link between Peru and their country, to the excitement and pride I felt to be in a land so prolific for English literature. Mario Vargas Llosa spoke of Santiago Roncagliolo, the recent book by Peruvian and Chilean historians, Charles Germain Belli, the Peruvian poet and she was recently awarded the prize in Santiago Pablo Neruda. That is, elegant and solemn showed signs of being an educated woman, who admires our literature and our culture in general (Toledo has not made a similar gesture in his five years in office, at least not as sincere as the leader of the coalition). The protocol would send journalists to wait until the president gave a few words on the Peruvian situation: the change of command, etc. But I had talked about in the air group No. 8 after his first steps on Peruvian soil.
I tried not to be part of that pack. I stood aside and watched the pathetic show. Even before, when he walked in, a lady scolded ma that why I was pushing and respect to safety because I'm not one to be devastating to whom I please ... Making, while!
Coleguita Then many complain that society scorns our profession.
A colleague has left sweating on TV saying 'ta' I did, I said it was comfortable to be here. " Question: Was it worth pushing, screaming, leaving a terrible image of the Peruvian press Bachelet at his party, guests, Peruvians attending the fair that day? I guess having maintained order, Bachelet had a small impromptu news conference there. But no, bestiality was stronger. Be confused with journalism journalism intrepid stupid. Again.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
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The Strokes. I have not met anyone who does not like this band. Below, the lyrics of Heart in a Cage and a couple of videos found on YouTube of the same song, the original and a live show at the Show with David Letterman.
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Why this song? The lyrics, video, power lead guitar. Recent moods, nostalgia always. And the heart beats in STI cage.
Well, I do not feel
Better When I'm fucking around And I do not write
Better When I'm stuck in the ground
So Do not Teach me a lesson Cause I've Already
learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn
Oh the heart beats in its cage
I don't want what you want
I don't feel what you feel
See I'm stuck in a city
But I belong in a field
Yeah we got left, left, left, left, left, left, left,
Now it's three in the morning and
You're eating alone
Oh the heart beats in its cage
All our friends they're laughing at us
All of those you loved, you mistrust
Help me, I'm just not quite myself
Look around there's no one else left
I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd
Guess I got too excited when I thought Were you around
Oh, I gets left, left, left, left, left, left, left
thinking I'm Sorry You Were I Would
steal your fire Oh the heart beats in STI
cage Yes the heart beats in STI
cage Alright And the heart
beats in STI cage.
TechnoratiTags: The Strokes, Heart in a Cage 
The Strokes. I have not met anyone who does not like this band. Below, the lyrics of Heart in a Cage and a couple of videos found on YouTube of the same song, the original and a live show at the Show with David Letterman.
Powered by Castpost
Why this song? The lyrics, video, power lead guitar. Recent moods, nostalgia always. And the heart beats in STI cage.
Well, I do not feel
Better When I'm fucking around And I do not write
Better When I'm stuck in the ground
So Do not Teach me a lesson Cause I've Already
learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn
Oh the heart beats in its cage
I don't want what you want
I don't feel what you feel
See I'm stuck in a city
But I belong in a field
Yeah we got left, left, left, left, left, left, left,
Now it's three in the morning and
You're eating alone
Oh the heart beats in its cage
All our friends they're laughing at us
All of those you loved, you mistrust
Help me, I'm just not quite myself
Look around there's no one else left
I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd
Guess I got too excited when I thought Were you around
Oh, I gets left, left, left, left, left, left, left
thinking I'm Sorry You Were I Would
steal your fire Oh the heart beats in STI
cage Yes the heart beats in STI
cage Alright And the heart
beats in STI cage.
TechnoratiTags: The Strokes, Heart in a Cage
Thursday, July 20, 2006
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OUTRAGE!: THIRTEEN REASONS TO HATE LIMA. POOR AND DIS ...
TechnoratiTags: Municipalidad de Lima , Lima , Emilima , Denuncia Municipal 
THIRTEEN NEW SOURCES OF PARK LIMA:
-> 13 Million DOLLARS.
-> WASTE WATER AND MONEY IN A DESERT CITY AND POOR.
-> AUTHORITIES Stupid, bad advice, ACOMP LEJADAS OR ALL TOGETHER?
Let's start with a challenge for new litters of Peruvian architects: to find a beautiful and functional landscape architecture and banal avoiding waste of water. It would win the Mies van der Rohe or another great tribute to her bouquet.
Does anyone spend a desert gallon jug of water to become a style 'cool'? At least no one sane and at least sane and logical reasoning. Right? Yeah, right. Ojo, Lima countrymen, get to a first type Lalo Archimbaud (Which everyone knows or should), we are in a desert so dry that it sound like a lie rough when we remember that Lima was a valley where there were deer and the river Rimac flashed with infinite shades of green. That was centuries ago.
This was to listen to the municipal official celebrating the opening of the thirteen water sources Park Reserve, the room where I was flooded with anger. Which member of a Jivaro tribe, the above-mentioned worker said something like, I quote what he said in an entrevsita live via microwave presentanda in the nightly news on Channel 2, Frecuencia Latina:
"We are at the same level cities in the world in the development landscape ... a milestone in the treatment of a monumental public space of water, majestic ... sources should be regulated (for later opening, I guess) later this month.
reporter accompanied the images with a description of the absurd cost of water: streams with the strength of a dam that reach 40 meters high (the magazine says Caretas reach 80!, see below), and changing colors to the beat of the music.
More details? Caretas magazine reports that, with the blessing of Mayor Luis Castaneda Lossio:
"The idea of \u200b\u200b'Magic Circuit of Water' was born in January 2003 and Emilima (Empresa Municipal de Lima Real Estate) raised thirteen design dancing water fountains, colorful, and even provided musicalized holograms. The Office for Project Services United Nations convened an international tender for its execution, won by the English company Ghesa and valued at U.S. $ 13 million "
A municipal official stated that eight million would benefit Lima (explain , please esparcimientose distraction and can lead to other ways to do water colors ... how about a center cultural 'Parque de Lima'?).
The same official said that Lima is not no water, just "do not have technical solutions for their supply." The same: they have access to water. And Castaneda Lossio with the idea of \u200b\u200bfilling the park from these sources that spend scarce. Outrageous.
Here are two questions in the interview conducted by journalist D. Kisner:
--->¿ NOT ENOUGH TO REPAIR THE EXISTING SOURCES?
- No (emphasis added). because the facilities were outdated, inadequate and never worked. No looking for evil where none exists! (The emphasis is alarming).
---> Does not it seem a superfluous expense?
- How will you be superfluous? What happens is that we are a country where there are things that we consider important, such as quality of life.
Let's start with a challenge for new litters of Peruvian architects: to find a beautiful and functional landscape architecture and banal avoiding waste of water. It would win the Mies van der Rohe or another great tribute to her bouquet.
Does anyone spend a desert gallon jug of water to become a style 'cool'? At least no one sane and at least sane and logical reasoning. Right? Yeah, right. Ojo, Lima countrymen, get to a first type Lalo Archimbaud (Which everyone knows or should), we are in a desert so dry that it sound like a lie rough when we remember that Lima was a valley where there were deer and the river Rimac flashed with infinite shades of green. That was centuries ago.
This was to listen to the municipal official celebrating the opening of the thirteen water sources Park Reserve, the room where I was flooded with anger. Which member of a Jivaro tribe, the above-mentioned worker said something like, I quote what he said in an entrevsita live via microwave presentanda in the nightly news on Channel 2, Frecuencia Latina:
"We are at the same level cities in the world in the development landscape ... a milestone in the treatment of a monumental public space of water, majestic ... sources should be regulated (for later opening, I guess) later this month.
reporter accompanied the images with a description of the absurd cost of water: streams with the strength of a dam that reach 40 meters high (the magazine says Caretas reach 80!, see below), and changing colors to the beat of the music.
More details? Caretas magazine reports that, with the blessing of Mayor Luis Castaneda Lossio:
"The idea of \u200b\u200b'Magic Circuit of Water' was born in January 2003 and Emilima (Empresa Municipal de Lima Real Estate) raised thirteen design dancing water fountains, colorful, and even provided musicalized holograms. The Office for Project Services United Nations convened an international tender for its execution, won by the English company Ghesa and valued at U.S. $ 13 million "
A municipal official stated that eight million would benefit Lima (explain , please esparcimientose distraction and can lead to other ways to do water colors ... how about a center cultural 'Parque de Lima'?).
The same official said that Lima is not no water, just "do not have technical solutions for their supply." The same: they have access to water. And Castaneda Lossio with the idea of \u200b\u200bfilling the park from these sources that spend scarce. Outrageous.
Here are two questions in the interview conducted by journalist D. Kisner:
--->¿ NOT ENOUGH TO REPAIR THE EXISTING SOURCES?
- No (emphasis added). because the facilities were outdated, inadequate and never worked. No looking for evil where none exists! (The emphasis is alarming).
---> Does not it seem a superfluous expense?
- How will you be superfluous? What happens is that we are a country where there are things that we consider important, such as quality of life.
HERE I shall digress: Madam, my quality of life and from all Lima improve when you stop having delicnuencia, when we walk with headphones in Victoria or Miraflores without fear of thieves lurking there, when we are not cancer near the avenue just walk and breathe smog Abancay equivalent to drinking oil, when standing on a public transport unit clean with a good personal service crossing five blocks in two or three minutes, instead of fifteen, when nobody die with the skull shot down because a thief wanted a new cell, when all households have a potable water pipe. My quality of life will not improve viewing color sources, ma'am. Let a few more questions above:
--->¿ SOURCES WILL IMPROVE THE QUALITY OF LIFE?
- Definitely. One of the constitutional rights of human beings is to have recreational areas to improve their quality of life.
---> BUT THERE ARE OTHER REQUIREMENTS TO BE MET BEFORE.
"No, no, no (is alarmed again.) All functions approved by the Constitution have the same level, and the state has the obligation to 'give it anyway.
This lady is Mary Valladolid, president of Emilima.
These attitudes of our authorities bordering on stupidity. Lady, do not need to go, you can see some photos, if you want, or tell someone. Central Park in New York has fifty extremely long blocks long. Something like all avenues Arequipa, Tacna and part of Wilson. Basketball courts, baseball, jogging paths, small theaters, ponds with turtles, swans, ducks and some sources (not counted them but says Masks are seven of the simplest and most natural). I think Majora contribute more quality of life of New Yorkers what they will do the sources of water to Lima, picnic areas, walking, playing sports, consuming culture. Ah, in New York there are seasons of heavy rain and snowfall. Ergo: water secured to the greenery of Central Park and other similar areas in five districts. In Lima, the sparse calm and drizzle did not fill a glass of water and rain in the mountains can be used for water projects for direct human consumption. Lima residents feel most proud of us saying: "In my city, all meet the basic human right to have clean water," "In my city there are sources of color." There may be other examples in the world. I quote from the Big Apple because it is the one I know directly. Perhaps another reader or someone around you can give others cause comocimiento. The
Municipal elections are in November. Sufficient time to explain Castañeda such investments (went well with the mall Chabuca Granda, Parque de La Muralla and the circuit to Cerro San Cristobal, nursing Solidarity, the stairs in the hills inhabited, etc ... but with this ... was somewhat similar to when he speaks Eliane and Toledo's popularity falls ... Castañeda was my fixed for the presidential candidate of 2011 and would vote for him if he would re-election, which is almost a given; Now, do not know).
--->¿ SOURCES WILL IMPROVE THE QUALITY OF LIFE?
- Definitely. One of the constitutional rights of human beings is to have recreational areas to improve their quality of life.
---> BUT THERE ARE OTHER REQUIREMENTS TO BE MET BEFORE.
"No, no, no (is alarmed again.) All functions approved by the Constitution have the same level, and the state has the obligation to 'give it anyway.
This lady is Mary Valladolid, president of Emilima.
These attitudes of our authorities bordering on stupidity. Lady, do not need to go, you can see some photos, if you want, or tell someone. Central Park in New York has fifty extremely long blocks long. Something like all avenues Arequipa, Tacna and part of Wilson. Basketball courts, baseball, jogging paths, small theaters, ponds with turtles, swans, ducks and some sources (not counted them but says Masks are seven of the simplest and most natural). I think Majora contribute more quality of life of New Yorkers what they will do the sources of water to Lima, picnic areas, walking, playing sports, consuming culture. Ah, in New York there are seasons of heavy rain and snowfall. Ergo: water secured to the greenery of Central Park and other similar areas in five districts. In Lima, the sparse calm and drizzle did not fill a glass of water and rain in the mountains can be used for water projects for direct human consumption. Lima residents feel most proud of us saying: "In my city, all meet the basic human right to have clean water," "In my city there are sources of color." There may be other examples in the world. I quote from the Big Apple because it is the one I know directly. Perhaps another reader or someone around you can give others cause comocimiento. The
Municipal elections are in November. Sufficient time to explain Castañeda such investments (went well with the mall Chabuca Granda, Parque de La Muralla and the circuit to Cerro San Cristobal, nursing Solidarity, the stairs in the hills inhabited, etc ... but with this ... was somewhat similar to when he speaks Eliane and Toledo's popularity falls ... Castañeda was my fixed for the presidential candidate of 2011 and would vote for him if he would re-election, which is almost a given; Now, do not know).
Otherwise, of course, between now and November there is time to start thinking about other options "soaked" with our with our verdadera realidad.
Cita: Revista Caretas No. 1934. 20 de julio, 2006.
TechnoratiTags: Municipalidad de Lima , Lima , Emilima , Denuncia Municipal
Monday, July 17, 2006
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A KIND OF IRISH FLU
Hola Shannon
Are you guys ok? how was the trip? Máncora is a real paradise, right???? We just were talking with JC about you. He'll send you pictures today or tomorrow, he said. We were at our friend's party... it was good, but I had to come back home early: A kind of several flu infection starts to work in my inmunological system. Now I have fever. A good and real excuse to call off at work.
Anyway, a doctor ask me today if I was in a close contact with a sick person, with flu. I was thinking about it for a few seconds and... then, I remembered those sheets in your bag, the sneezes, the red nose... Shannon, you were! THE lesson: don't flirt with a girl with influenza ( gripe , did you learn that word?), even if she's irish, i guess (just kidding)... well, a little weird experience.
Well, I hope you guys are ok, enjoy the rest of your trip. I bet you gonna do it.Oh, if you want some from Lima, let me know it. Mmm, I think that's all for now.
Nice to meet you, keep n touch!
เฮอเบิร์ด
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Some lessons learned - or ratified, in addition to the mentioned above:
1. This company may be the paradigm of a castrating society, stifling.
2. Opportunities rarely happen so you can not pass up.
3. I have a good nose for oportunidades.Esta might not let him go.
4. My English is getting into disuse. Since no trip come soon, I start to study again (this type of situation does not usually happen often).
5. I'm becoming less and less expressive. Damn, the mail had been transcribed up more emotional, more expressive and-even-say, would algosubidos tone passages.
6. Sometimes you can live well without thinking about what will happen tomorrow.
7. This is more a autorecoemndación: Find yourself a new job, better or different, that is killing you in every way.
8. And was, not toads.
9. That there be frogs, said.
19. Yes, that too, also: I've become somewhat reclusive.
TechnoratiTags: Irish , Flu 
Hola Shannon
Are you guys ok? how was the trip? Máncora is a real paradise, right???? We just were talking with JC about you. He'll send you pictures today or tomorrow, he said. We were at our friend's party... it was good, but I had to come back home early: A kind of several flu infection starts to work in my inmunological system. Now I have fever. A good and real excuse to call off at work.
Anyway, a doctor ask me today if I was in a close contact with a sick person, with flu. I was thinking about it for a few seconds and... then, I remembered those sheets in your bag, the sneezes, the red nose... Shannon, you were! THE lesson: don't flirt with a girl with influenza ( gripe , did you learn that word?), even if she's irish, i guess (just kidding)... well, a little weird experience.
Well, I hope you guys are ok, enjoy the rest of your trip. I bet you gonna do it.Oh, if you want some from Lima, let me know it. Mmm, I think that's all for now.
Nice to meet you, keep n touch!
เฮอเบิร์ด
-------------------------------------------------------
Some lessons learned - or ratified, in addition to the mentioned above:
1. This company may be the paradigm of a castrating society, stifling.
2. Opportunities rarely happen so you can not pass up.
3. I have a good nose for oportunidades.Esta might not let him go.
4. My English is getting into disuse. Since no trip come soon, I start to study again (this type of situation does not usually happen often).
5. I'm becoming less and less expressive. Damn, the mail had been transcribed up more emotional, more expressive and-even-say, would algosubidos tone passages.
6. Sometimes you can live well without thinking about what will happen tomorrow.
7. This is more a autorecoemndación: Find yourself a new job, better or different, that is killing you in every way.
8. And was, not toads.
9. That there be frogs, said.
19. Yes, that too, also: I've become somewhat reclusive.
TechnoratiTags: Irish , Flu
Monday, July 10, 2006
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ZIDANE: THE MOON OF MEAT ... LOS
TechnoratiTags: Zinedien Zidane, World Cup 2006 
"It goes in odor of sanctity," I heard days before the final. Nothing more successful. It is as if you Escriba de Balaguer had found cases of pedophilia days before his canonization (worth as an analogy, but it would have been great, said by the way).
And he left. Everything was ready. Millimeter. Would not have mattered if he won or lost. No. was missing a step to become a god of football, fair play and good game together, made living matter. One of those characters that sports journalists, kings of the kings of the sentence and repeated cliché, would call "a gentleman inside and outside the court." Despite his expulsion, despite that damn half a minute, have given the award for best player of the tournament.
A local newspaper had devoted two pages for his most famous quotations, which defined the best profile of Zinedine Zidane. Filling pages uplifting statements is a luxury reserved for the select few journalists. Irreproachable example to follow, perhaps a symbol of what are the new Europe, a successful son of immigrants, who learned grateful and humble.
But no, he before all that, is a human. And we know that we were wrong. Do not judge him.
CLICK HERE TO SEE THE VIDEO
Zidane (YOUTUBE ALWAYS FAIL ME)
What Materazzi said to Zidane will send a header in the pit of my stomach? There are rumors that he would have said "Islamic terrorist" or "dirty terrorist." Zizou not mean. Pro
A local newspaper had devoted two pages for his most famous quotations, which defined the best profile of Zinedine Zidane. Filling pages uplifting statements is a luxury reserved for the select few journalists. Irreproachable example to follow, perhaps a symbol of what are the new Europe, a successful son of immigrants, who learned grateful and humble.
But no, he before all that, is a human. And we know that we were wrong. Do not judge him.
CLICK HERE TO SEE THE VIDEO
Zidane (YOUTUBE ALWAYS FAIL ME)
What Materazzi said to Zidane will send a header in the pit of my stomach? There are rumors that he would have said "Islamic terrorist" or "dirty terrorist." Zizou not mean. Pro
Meanwhile, Materazzi says he did not say anything like that. "I am ignorant, I do not know what it means or Islamic terrorist," he said appealing to a supposed intellectual narrowness. Only two of them know it. Organizations against racisimo have called for an investigation.
Finally, to paraphrase Alfredo Bryce, this was like a mole of meat in the face more beautiful and lush.
Adieu, Zizou , et merci.
Adieu, Zizou , et merci.
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Saturday, June 24, 2006
Dies Wwe Pay For Medical Expenses?
Belkin'S Castpost.
'm testing the Castpost. And what better proof than a couple of songs from The Belkin's, a Peruvian group of instrumental rock that dates from the sixties. It is very likely that what is said in your web be true: the first group of its kind in Latin America and the third in the world. And to paraphrase what a friend once put in his now defunct blog: If Quentin Tarantino knowledge, some of his songs be part of the soundtrack of one of his films. Maybe in one of the comers.
For now, you close your eyes and listen.
-> Atájame:
Powered by Castpost
-> Theme For Young Lovers:
Powered by Castpost
-> Fire Racer:
Powered by Castpost
TechnoratiTags: Rock Peruano
, The Belkings , Peruvian Rock, 60s Rock, Instrumental Rock 
'm testing the Castpost. And what better proof than a couple of songs from The Belkin's, a Peruvian group of instrumental rock that dates from the sixties. It is very likely that what is said in your web be true: the first group of its kind in Latin America and the third in the world. And to paraphrase what a friend once put in his now defunct blog: If Quentin Tarantino knowledge, some of his songs be part of the soundtrack of one of his films. Maybe in one of the comers.
For now, you close your eyes and listen.
-> Atájame:
Powered by Castpost
-> Theme For Young Lovers:
Powered by Castpost
-> Fire Racer:
Powered by Castpost
TechnoratiTags: Rock Peruano
, The Belkings , Peruvian Rock, 60s Rock, Instrumental Rock
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Does Herpes Appear Where The Hair Grows
WHO CLEAN THE HOUSE AFTER PARTY? PROPOSAL TO VOTE IN REGIONAL AND MUNICIPAL ELECTION NOVEMBER
LET'S SEE WHAT POLITICAL GROUPS MEET YOUR PROMISES AND HAVE NOT OBTAINED CHARGE. IF YOU WANT RESPECT TO THOSE WHO REPRESENT, TO U.S., THE CITIZENS 'DE A PIE':
"Clean your home from a party or meeting? Yes, it would be the most sensible answer. For more work it is, the next day, the heart and infinite hunches relocated to the head (hangover, that name you have) - you'll wake up, clean, sweep away, you'll rags, wash cloths. "Asu, no more suck." Scrape gum off the floor, glass botarás sharp than they were glasses or vases. "I'll never have a party." Will open the window for air and the smells disappear outside the space formed by those walls that are your natural habitat, your home, your den, your den. In short, would be ideal. If you do you, as will your father, your mother, your brothers, your employee (if any), your employees (if there is still the Peruvian statistical error), you and your friends (yeah, right) all ... Cleaning, somehow, is part of the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving a party or any type of meeting that alter the natural order of a normal night at home.
In other words ... as death ends life, cleaning the place is the end of the party.
THEN, after many media rightly called "democratic party" (read election campaign and presidential elections), why Lima still remains patchy with electoral propaganda, more foul than it is almost by nature?
Well, candidates we saw, we learned of their proposals, their slogans for all tastes, their peculiarities, their features, their eyes, symbols of their parties. Some of us are convinced, others not. The party is over, gentlemen, and the least we should do is clean.
AND HERE COME THE PROPOSALS. "THE" BECAUSE THE ISSUE MAY BE HELPFUL FOR BOTH AS CANDIDATES FOR ELECTORS. Flatly rejected vote in regional and municipal elections this November for a candidate whose group did not withdraw the propaganda of the April elections. Give them time. Until late June, long enough. Candidates for local governments may well include this idea in his speech: "I want my city so I left it clean after the April elections, unlike others that ...". Moreover, it could have extra points if you talk about time: "For the sake of beautification of this city I love, love and desire to take to be the pearl of South America, the Peruvian Paris (or one of the huachafo obtuse minds of our politicians tend to ramble) my group was the first withdrawn in the previous election propaganda ... in record time. " Proposal
mine innocent, when more than one candidate for combined language Otorongo think "tss, not eg if I did not leave pe ', pa' que voa clean, tsss, 'ie you asshole you coming', ta that ie do not be stupid. " Other, more critical ability, verbal ability, mental, more competent advocate by lack of resources. In fact, matches are known to have been forced to sell some stores because they failed a single representative in Congress. The latter: Is not a budgeted item that might well have been called "withdrawal of electoral propaganda with which the city tried to upholstering? Does not that show lack of foresight and organization have no such item Inclusive? I mean ... a pearl of improvisation and irresponsibility of political parties that want to rule the destinies of our country.
The Electoral Ethics Pact page report that in the Rimac withdrawal has started this propaganda. Only two parties participated in the cleanup of the district: APRA and National Unity. What about the rest? It is understood that one aspect of the Covenant of Ethics, which all parties signed, was the taking over of the propaganda ...
If you go to Lima, this problem is worse: the symbols are still Fujimori Peru 2000 (with which the Chinese introduced the rereelección). Years ago, no more than four, I could see in the Panamericana Norte a wall painted with the message: Alan President. The thing is that was 1985.
TechnoratiTags: Ballot Proposition , Lima, electoral propaganda. 
LET'S SEE WHAT POLITICAL GROUPS MEET YOUR PROMISES AND HAVE NOT OBTAINED CHARGE. IF YOU WANT RESPECT TO THOSE WHO REPRESENT, TO U.S., THE CITIZENS 'DE A PIE':
"Clean your home from a party or meeting? Yes, it would be the most sensible answer. For more work it is, the next day, the heart and infinite hunches relocated to the head (hangover, that name you have) - you'll wake up, clean, sweep away, you'll rags, wash cloths. "Asu, no more suck." Scrape gum off the floor, glass botarás sharp than they were glasses or vases. "I'll never have a party." Will open the window for air and the smells disappear outside the space formed by those walls that are your natural habitat, your home, your den, your den. In short, would be ideal. If you do you, as will your father, your mother, your brothers, your employee (if any), your employees (if there is still the Peruvian statistical error), you and your friends (yeah, right) all ... Cleaning, somehow, is part of the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving a party or any type of meeting that alter the natural order of a normal night at home.
In other words ... as death ends life, cleaning the place is the end of the party.
THEN, after many media rightly called "democratic party" (read election campaign and presidential elections), why Lima still remains patchy with electoral propaganda, more foul than it is almost by nature?
Well, candidates we saw, we learned of their proposals, their slogans for all tastes, their peculiarities, their features, their eyes, symbols of their parties. Some of us are convinced, others not. The party is over, gentlemen, and the least we should do is clean.
AND HERE COME THE PROPOSALS. "THE" BECAUSE THE ISSUE MAY BE HELPFUL FOR BOTH AS CANDIDATES FOR ELECTORS. Flatly rejected vote in regional and municipal elections this November for a candidate whose group did not withdraw the propaganda of the April elections. Give them time. Until late June, long enough. Candidates for local governments may well include this idea in his speech: "I want my city so I left it clean after the April elections, unlike others that ...". Moreover, it could have extra points if you talk about time: "For the sake of beautification of this city I love, love and desire to take to be the pearl of South America, the Peruvian Paris (or one of the huachafo obtuse minds of our politicians tend to ramble) my group was the first withdrawn in the previous election propaganda ... in record time. " Proposal
mine innocent, when more than one candidate for combined language Otorongo think "tss, not eg if I did not leave pe ', pa' que voa clean, tsss, 'ie you asshole you coming', ta that ie do not be stupid. " Other, more critical ability, verbal ability, mental, more competent advocate by lack of resources. In fact, matches are known to have been forced to sell some stores because they failed a single representative in Congress. The latter: Is not a budgeted item that might well have been called "withdrawal of electoral propaganda with which the city tried to upholstering? Does not that show lack of foresight and organization have no such item Inclusive? I mean ... a pearl of improvisation and irresponsibility of political parties that want to rule the destinies of our country.
The Electoral Ethics Pact page report that in the Rimac withdrawal has started this propaganda. Only two parties participated in the cleanup of the district: APRA and National Unity. What about the rest? It is understood that one aspect of the Covenant of Ethics, which all parties signed, was the taking over of the propaganda ...
If you go to Lima, this problem is worse: the symbols are still Fujimori Peru 2000 (with which the Chinese introduced the rereelección). Years ago, no more than four, I could see in the Panamericana Norte a wall painted with the message: Alan President. The thing is that was 1985.
TechnoratiTags: Ballot Proposition , Lima, electoral propaganda.
Monday, June 5, 2006
Plastic For Human Stomach
VOTED BY ALAN GARCIA, BUT I'M NOT STUPID AMNESIC NI NI Masochistic
TechnoratiTags: Alan García, Peru Politics, Elections Peru 2006 
FIRST ROUND
In December last wrote a post entitled SHOWN THAT THE PERUVIAN ARE NOT STUPID AMNESIC NI NI Masochistic. ALAN GARCIA PEREZ SHOULD NOT BE PRESIDENT NEXT YEAR . I think that the Peruvians are not. I cling to the idea that it was a mistake, that was me who was wrong. Overall, the majority tend to be right, right? Sure, I reply but I can not fool myself. Perhaps the challenge put-on to prove that Peruvians ...- was out of place, that if they voted for Alan Garcia in the first round was for other reasons, except for poor memory, taste for suffering or inability mental. (No, I'm not Humala, similar questions inspired me Captain Carlos).
In December last wrote a post entitled SHOWN THAT THE PERUVIAN ARE NOT STUPID AMNESIC NI NI Masochistic. ALAN GARCIA PEREZ SHOULD NOT BE PRESIDENT NEXT YEAR . I think that the Peruvians are not. I cling to the idea that it was a mistake, that was me who was wrong. Overall, the majority tend to be right, right? Sure, I reply but I can not fool myself. Perhaps the challenge put-on to prove that Peruvians ...- was out of place, that if they voted for Alan Garcia in the first round was for other reasons, except for poor memory, taste for suffering or inability mental. (No, I'm not Humala, similar questions inspired me Captain Carlos).
[ Who do I vote? I do not know if the amount were, but I gave my vote to Lourdes Flores, but always thinking Susana Villaran. Putting aside differences, was something like when you go to X but you skinny and do not hesitate And the head can take whatever you do with X. .. and in the end you wonder "what would have happened if I had enough eggs and emerged with Y. ..?" ]
SECOND ROUND
But with Alan Garcia in the second round jumped another question, even more valid, which it had before, but now greatly needed to answer: if you vote for Alan meant to be amnesiac, masochistic and stupid ... What were those compatriots who voted for Ollanta Humala? Worse, in my opinion. I'm saving it here. Do not want to stain my blog-this small space I use to put what I feel like it-with words that entered my head to think of those who voted for this former soldier with backward ideas, power hungry, opportunistic misery, social trauma and self-conscious historical (Ollanta Humala, I mean). Not to mention the environment (read post Ollanta Humala, you answer? )
SECOND ROUND
But with Alan Garcia in the second round jumped another question, even more valid, which it had before, but now greatly needed to answer: if you vote for Alan meant to be amnesiac, masochistic and stupid ... What were those compatriots who voted for Ollanta Humala? Worse, in my opinion. I'm saving it here. Do not want to stain my blog-this small space I use to put what I feel like it-with words that entered my head to think of those who voted for this former soldier with backward ideas, power hungry, opportunistic misery, social trauma and self-conscious historical (Ollanta Humala, I mean). Not to mention the environment (read post Ollanta Humala, you answer? )
[ mental exercise that served as makeshift lot: while laughed giving the reason why Mario Vargas Llosa that many would vote covering our nose, I imagined that the head of the card opened with the question "Who is the least bastard? So, like many Peruvians, the majority, ONPE 52,772% according to the computation of records at 99,597%, with the effort to be amnesia and forget in the event queues for bread, milk flavor Enci ... I voted for Alan Garcia ]
PURPLE FINGER AND
uneasy conscience Now, recall that the first government of Alan Garcia (1985-1990), the only desatroso, we hope was the breeding ground for Alberto Fujimori arrives after the corrupt regime that has seen the history of Peru, whose bill we are still paying. To commit the same mistakes or similar, this time Alan García could well extend the carpet for the spoils of Ollanta Humala in 2011 comes to the Palace. Of course, if before the judiciary does not strip, do not mix subrepticos polítcios agreements with justice and Humala is investigated for alleged ties he had with Vladimiro Montesinos, the alleged killings of innocent people while an active military or their role in making Andahuaylas (which was led by his brother Antauro, backed by Ollanta from Korea and that left four dead poicías).
[ I keep looking for hope in my country. The consolation that Ollanta Palace stood outside relieves me. But only slightly. The flavor of milk Enci my tongue again when I saw Alan in his speech on Sunday, the day of the second round, when the national exit poll surveys, informal figures, they gave the winner. Well might expect the official results of the ONPE that would come two or three hours later. Would not self-created or superhero. Nobody in this world is. And here do not think the majority is wrong. I do not want that we are forced to be one of those people fleeing into caricature side (*) (Alan's face can be changed by the Fujimori or Ollanta if the plane is changed also by a truck and add "re-apply"). For that, I want in 2011 is not obliged to invent me questions, but this time-effective with words lewd, crude on the ballot ]
TechnoratiTags: Alan García, Peru Politics, Elections Peru 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Jc Penny Stylists Salaries
THE DEBATE ON THE STREETS SURROUNDING
ALAN GARCIA-Ollanta HUMALA.LO OUTSIDE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S INSIDE Ollanta Humala
not only started the debate late, but lying. And just about the reasons for his delay.
Although logical, we must highlight: When lying is called a liar. Humala would be a blatant liar and has demonstrated once again that for him the end justifies the means and cares little or no citizenship, we can lie when he wants.
Also known in military time as Captain Carlos, got out of his car three blocks away from the door through which he and Alan Garcia should enter. The latter he did fifteen minutes before 8 in the evening, at which time all the country's television signals transmitted the event. Ollanta Humala
arrived five minutes earlier, but did not enter directly to the Archaeological Museum, where is the debate. He got into a corner, three blocks away, remember, and the press saw it. Naturally, they will follow. He chose to go to a soda fountain and buy a bottle of mineral water. It would take and try to get out. Continue walking, with some obstruction of the reporters, sure. Would stop at each house to greet children and parents. "Do not fuck, wait, there Ollanta murmured to himself.
APRA
There was one fan who obstruct the passage. "Some protesters APRA kept me on the way" he would say before the cameras, and in the debate. They, the APRA would be grouped in one place, outside the police cordon. The Humala for his part, broke flashes, microphones, attacked journalists. Tried to evade the police cordon in every possible part and at least some succeeded. And so, at the gates of the museum, you scream ended debate reporters "sold conchasumades sons of bitches, you'll see when we come to power, to see if they will be as nosed" .
was not a spontaneous reaction rather premeditated: Daniel Abugattás, virtual Congressman elected by Humala, would lead the group upepistas / thugs who charge at Janet Mori (Panamericana Television), Yanina Patricio (La República), Enrique Cuneo (El Comercio) and other journalists in full compliance their work. With the intention of intimidating the police say the phone in front of some troops, "General, they only let in the rosquetes of APRA and we do not, what this shell." A toxicological examination and psychiatric Abugattás would have all the wisdom he has shown to have over the campaign.
not miss much Alfredo Gonzales Jorge Mufarech or in the new Congress: Daniel Abugattás is the reincarnation of both congressmen bad habits in one body. What a disgrace!
The APRA, in turn were more orderly. I feel uncomfortable writing in his favor, but we must recognize that the projected order in the speech of Alan Garcia was also present in his followers. No style brawls Humala, were clustered in one place. Take your cunclusiones
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TechnoratiTags: Presidential Debate , Ollanta Humala , Alan García 
ALAN GARCIA-Ollanta HUMALA.LO OUTSIDE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S INSIDE Ollanta Humala
not only started the debate late, but lying. And just about the reasons for his delay.
Although logical, we must highlight: When lying is called a liar. Humala would be a blatant liar and has demonstrated once again that for him the end justifies the means and cares little or no citizenship, we can lie when he wants.
Also known in military time as Captain Carlos, got out of his car three blocks away from the door through which he and Alan Garcia should enter. The latter he did fifteen minutes before 8 in the evening, at which time all the country's television signals transmitted the event. Ollanta Humala
arrived five minutes earlier, but did not enter directly to the Archaeological Museum, where is the debate. He got into a corner, three blocks away, remember, and the press saw it. Naturally, they will follow. He chose to go to a soda fountain and buy a bottle of mineral water. It would take and try to get out. Continue walking, with some obstruction of the reporters, sure. Would stop at each house to greet children and parents. "Do not fuck, wait, there Ollanta murmured to himself.
APRA
There was one fan who obstruct the passage. "Some protesters APRA kept me on the way" he would say before the cameras, and in the debate. They, the APRA would be grouped in one place, outside the police cordon. The Humala for his part, broke flashes, microphones, attacked journalists. Tried to evade the police cordon in every possible part and at least some succeeded. And so, at the gates of the museum, you scream ended debate reporters "sold conchasumades sons of bitches, you'll see when we come to power, to see if they will be as nosed" .
was not a spontaneous reaction rather premeditated: Daniel Abugattás, virtual Congressman elected by Humala, would lead the group upepistas / thugs who charge at Janet Mori (Panamericana Television), Yanina Patricio (La República), Enrique Cuneo (El Comercio) and other journalists in full compliance their work. With the intention of intimidating the police say the phone in front of some troops, "General, they only let in the rosquetes of APRA and we do not, what this shell." A toxicological examination and psychiatric Abugattás would have all the wisdom he has shown to have over the campaign.
not miss much Alfredo Gonzales Jorge Mufarech or in the new Congress: Daniel Abugattás is the reincarnation of both congressmen bad habits in one body. What a disgrace!
The APRA, in turn were more orderly. I feel uncomfortable writing in his favor, but we must recognize that the projected order in the speech of Alan Garcia was also present in his followers. No style brawls Humala, were clustered in one place. Take your cunclusiones
.
TechnoratiTags: Presidential Debate , Ollanta Humala , Alan García
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